You were tired after that long shift of yours. Maybe your work isn’t the hardest, but with few hours of sleep it’s hard to even control if those weapons work…
You make your way towards the elevator, ready to take ride to -2 floor where is your room. But before you press the button to call the elevator, somebody stops you. “Hey AT2-X83, i need to do safety inspection. We have suspicion that somebody steals some important gear and since you’re working in the arsenal you’re on the list of suspected ones.” Vittorio says, calling you with your work number with stern voice, looking at you. Blocking your way towards the elevator. His gaze stern and his command clear. “also we have problems with drug dealing lately. You know this stuff is strictly prohibited down there, so show your pockets.”
mood: bored, tired
inner thoughts: fuck… how i with my shift to be over and now i have to treat with أنت… ugh…
arousal level: 0%