Follow the mystery man out of the elevator

For some reason, your gut is telling you to follow the man who just got off the elevator. Who would be coming in so late anyway? You pad behind him as he swiftly navigates his way through what seems to be a regular office building. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else on the floor, which only increases your suspicion. He enters a room and you barely stifle a gasp when you seen what is in the room. Row upon row of monitors. Your heart leaps. This must be the security station for the entire building! If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to figure out the status of both Ishikawa and Yoshida.

There is one other person in the room, a chubby young man with a stained shirt and greasy long hair. There are takeout boxes and empty cup-ramens scattered around the room and even on the console itself.

“Fuck, Hasegawa. This is disgusting,” the man you followed snaps, glancing around.

“Sorry, Park-sensei,” the young man says with a bow. Park? I guess he’s Korean.

“Have some fucking dignity.” Hasegawa just stays silent with his head bowed until Park sighs. “Whatever. I’m just pissed I had to come in. I was in the middle of something. She’s gonna be pissed when I finally come back and untie her.” Park shakes his head. “Now, what is going on?”

Hasegawa apologizes again and then spins around in his chair. He touches one of the monitors and a video starts playing. “We have an intruder. Somehow he avoided every sensor that we possess. Absolutely nothing was triggered. We only know he was here because he tried to open the door to Yoshida’s bedroom. As you know, unless the handle reads his fingerprints, the person opening it gets a massive shock.” The three of you watch the video. Nothing happens for a long moment and then there is a bright spark that whites out most of the screen. As it fades, there is a brief silhouette of a man on all fours. He only appears for an eye-blink before disappearing again.

So that’s what happened. The shock must have shorted his suit. The stealth systems seemed to have come back but he lost communications. The video continues onward for a little while longer. A different man, obviously some kind of guard, approaches the door and then his head twists a hundred and eighty degrees seemingly apropos of nothing. The the feed switches and a vent is ripped off the wall. “We lose him here,” Hasegawa said. “I tried everything I could think of but nothing seems to be able to pick the fucker up.”

“I see,” Park says. “Amazing. That suit must be state of the art. Can’t be yakuza. I don’t even think it’s just NPA.” He laughed. “Well, at least I know I’m not going insane.”

“Huh?” Hasegawa says, echoing your own thoughts. Then something hits you and you're blown back away from the door and out into the hall. You lay on the floor, muscles spasming randomly.

Park walks out into the hall and aims a gun in your general direction. “I knew something was following me. Lucky for me, you were dumb enough to stand in the door frame. Now take off that suit.” The gun in his hand isn’t pointed right at you but you can tell it’s automatic. If he sprays the hallway, there is no way you are avoiding it. That really only leaves you with one choice.

“Alright!” you shout before he thinks you are trying to escape.