As you make your attempt to excuse yourself from the lab, you notice that the lights dim slightly and then return to normal brightness, almost as though there had been a brief power interruption.  It startles you, but that's nothing next to the effect it seems to have on people in the lab.  Faces turn towards you and Sluth with various looks of surprise and curiosity that look somehow fake.  Steve's own expression borders on menacing but then quickly goes oddly blank.  He smiles an exasperated smile that mirrors your own.<br/><br/>"It is shaping up to be a difficult day, isn't it?"  His voice conveys a vague sense of empathy.  You're suddenly not entirely sure that he knows what you're talking about.  You can feel a gentle pricking up and down your arms and shoulders, the hairs standing on the ends of little goosebumps that are not from any chill in the air.  "But I promise I won't keep you long -- I just want to go over some details of our neural impedance technology before you race off to fight fires."  You turn briefly to look at the door to leave the lab and notice for the first time that there is a security panel on the<em>inside</em>too.  Next to it is a small 10-digit numeric keypad, well-worn by years of finger presses.<br/><br/>Something is nagging at your memory -- a numeric sequence that you seem to recall from the news article you read earlier.  Or was it from a dream?<br/><br/>Sluth gestures forward, inviting you to follow him.  "I promise, just a few minutes."  His smile does not make you feel comfortable.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A.  Make a break for the exit door and type numbers into the numeric keypad -- if so, which numbers?<br/><br/>B.  Follow Sluth.