The pink gas

"I am at the roof," Jim radioed to the control room as he stepped outside of the small maintenance door and onto the theater's roof. From below the lights of the red carpet were providing some light and he looked around, orientation himself for a moment. He was working for a security firm for a couple of months and had already been at several big Hollywood events. But this was a really big one and he hoped that he would find the time later, to head downstairs doing one of the commercial breaks and see some actresses, who he liked from movies.

But for the moment, he had to investigate a movement sensor triggering on the roof. No other sensor had triggered, so it was either a wrong alarm or maybe just an animal passing in the right spot. He switched on his flashlight and shined around the roof. Quickly he headed towards the location of the sensor, near the air condition unit.

Then he spotted the person. They were kneeling in front of the air conditioning and were doing some work.

"Who are you?" Jim called and put his hand on his belt. He realized he forgot the gun downstairs and cursed a bit. There were rules for the guns to be locked away in most cases and he didn't take one as he left to check.

The person suddenly stood up and turned around.

"What the...?" Jim said speechless as the light fell onto the face of the person. Then the person pulled a gun and Jim felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and spotted a dart in his chest before his view got black.