The steel door to the server room creaks as you open it, the humming whir of the racks of machines inside filling your ears. You stride in, master of your domain, lord of all you survey --
-- and trip, barking your shin on a beige box sitting just inside the door. Flailing, you crash to the floor; you'd made DEX your dump stat at character creation, and times like this make you regret it. As you hit the ground, you hear the disappointed wheoooooo… of a power supply unexpectedly cut. Damn, there goes one of the servers. Nothing critical, you hope…
You lie there in a heap, trying to pull yourself together. On the ground beside you is a note on white company letterhead. You recognize the neat cursive — and the beige box — as the secretary's. "BROKEN FIX PLZ?." Probably another Win32 registry job. Awesome. Maybe you can turf it out to your new assistant. Where is she, anyway?
Right. You haul yourself to your feet; time to get your priorities in order. First—
Bang bang bang. Someone knocking, and from the sound of it, it's urgent — and undoubtedly obnoxious.