____Scawire____
Walking up to the panel, you see an alarm status code pulsing on its small display.
//Order 6 in place, all exits under security lockdown//
//Please report to the nominated emergency co-ordinator for your department//
{surpise test + iniative please}
____Lumen_____
The alarm had been going off for quite a while and your adrenaline reserves were running low. Instinctively you knew the shit had hit the fan and that it was only a matter of time before the Met's Magic and Spirit response team arrived to ruin your day. You stuff the flashbang back into your vest, spinning on your heels and jogging back up the 20metres to the cubicle farm.
As you reach the end of the narrow corridor, a medium sized wheeled drone rounds the far edge of the cubicle farm, just metres away from where you assume Mantis is stood.
{Initiative please}