!!GKvElBvNwF/ 09/19/10(Sun)03:43 No.12145364|
It takes about an hour to search the bottom floor. You've got a bowl going where you've tossed all the loose candy, a box of pop-tarts, and a quarter roll of duct tape when you hit jackpot one: at least 50 tablets of 800mg Ibuprofen. Jackpot two is tucked away behind a door--the refill for the 5-gallon water cooler. You find an entire desk drawer filled with granola. The closet has a bunch of coats, with one very out of place leather jacket. The cleaning locker has various chemicals, paper towels, and toilet paper. Jackpot three ends up being a vial of pepper spray and refill.
There's also more computers, staplers, paper clips, pens, loose change, and files of retail sales numbers than you know what to do with.
Then Lacille shouts out in triumph. Hurrying over to her, you see she's pried open a locked top drawer; inside is a cheap, small caliber, semiautomatic pistol, 2 magazines, and a handwritten note dated two weeks ago about how one Edward Weber is going to kill the entire office on Monday if they don't stop treating him like shit.