The March

You watch the rest of the workers silently file into the plant and take their positions as the assembly line begins for the day. Jesse walks over to the quartermasters supply room and picks up the phone, dialing a number. "Yeah, it's Jesse. Meet me in my office. No. Yes. See you then."

The click of the receiver is heard as Jesse hangs upup the phone. " Follow me." Jesse starts walking toward the production room floor. He turns towards you, "Well, don't just stand there holding your dick. Hurry up." You silently walk on what must be your **** march. You take what must be the longest walk across the catwalk that spans above the production floor. All eyes are on you. "Hey Assholes, quit fucking staring and get back to work! Unless you WANT TO know what's gonna happen to this jackass FIRST FUCKING HAND!" Jesse looks over his shoulder, and with one sentence, production begins in earnest.

Finally, you arrive at Jesse's office. The window is closed. Jesse swipes his card at the door which flashes green. He opens the door and reveals...