Run for it!

You nod slowly, attempting to maintain the pretence of being just another working Joe, but you can tell the investigator isn't buying it. Even before the clicking hissing machine on the desk between you can confirm your deception his eyes narrow, and he starts to reach for something in his jacket, a weapon? You don't wait to find out instead, surging to your feet hauling the desk with you. It flips up and over, pinning the startled investigator to the wall. Ignoring his muffled demands to stop, you slam into the office door and out into the narrow hallway beyond. Burly security guards are already running towards your hands, fumbling at their belts. Ignoring their shouts, you flee in the opposite direction, ducking as something whines past your head, chipping paint and plaster from the wall.

Cursing your luck, you search desperately for a hiding place. Somewhere to hold up and figure out how your carefully laid plans could have gone so wrong and to plan your next move. You are soon hopelessly lost in the twisting bowels of the facility.

Instinct guides you until the clatter of alarms and the pounding of pursuing feet fades into the distance. Only then do you slow your headlong flight to take stock of of your situation...