<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Guards<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: Inside the factory<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Tyalia<br/><hr/><br/>Unfortunately for Tyalia, luck didn't seem to be with her today. As she lifted open the grate, it gave a low creak from lack of maintenance, echoing through the hall. The one guard turned and pointed down the hall.<strong>"Alright, I know I heard somethin' that time. I'm gonna go check it out."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You do that Jack. Get me some candy-bars while you're at it."</strong>The other guard said, pulling out a cigarette.<br/><br/>As Jack approached the vent, he noticed it was open.<strong>"Hey, Joe, someone opened the vent here!"</strong>He shouted. Then he noticed Tyalia and leveled his gun at her.<strong>"Hey Joe, some bitch decided she wants to join the fun."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Police<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: Outside the factory<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Renzo<br/><hr/><br/>The sergeant grumbled as Renzo spoke, spitting out his cigar.<strong>"Listen. I got a whole lotta hostages in there. I can give your team fifteen minutes. No more. And if they start a racket, we're moving in."</strong>He waved over a uniformed officer, taking phone from him.<strong>"Here, we got the terrorists on the other line here. Don't fuckin' antagonize them."</strong>