The once inviting entrance to Vore Corps. was sealed off by a shiny, metal barricade along with every window and air vent. Even an ant could not crawl under these grates if it so desired. Red lights flashed repeatedly in blinding patterns in accompaniment to the loud, abrasive alarms that signaled to all in the building an intrusion. Many employees who happened to be present in the foyer, either ready to leave or ready for the night shift stood with worry across their faces.. And yet next to the front entrance, Michael was sitting down next to the entrance, arms crossed, legs crossed, and painting a huge scowl across his face. "Fuggin' werewolf locks down the whole place right as I'm going home" he thought while brooding. "I bet he did it just to piss me off. That has to be it." Soon a relief from the alarms is attained, the red flashing lights are replaced by the white LED that lit up the foyer and the barricade retreated to it's compartment. A small silence followed before the crowd of people came back to life with gossip and speculation. "FINALLY!" Michael yelled, stomping his way out the front door. The people looked at him with awe and confusion, and then proceeded with their own schedules.