Good morning all and welcome to Friday. This week has been a pretty good writing prompt week for me. Well, in general it has been a pretty good week for me all around. Except for the minor memory glitch that had me forgetting to post Forged updates a couple of days in a row. I wrote them. Just forgot to post them. Hence the tripple posting yesterday. Still, memory lapse aside, it was a good week. Shall we see if we can keep the streak going? Timers at the ready. Let’s get going on the Friday morning writing prompt.
Not bad. I kind of like the unexpected element. Our Ian has some unexpected skills. That should prove interesting to come back to at some point.
Friday, March 11th: All of the desk drawers were locked.
All of the desk drawers were locked. He sighed. ‘What a way to start off a day.’ He looked around but this was the only available desk. All of the others had people settling down for a day of work. They put bags and other personal accoutrements in their desk drawers and took out the items they needed to begin their day.
Realizing there was no choice but to seek help, Ian walked towards the desk of his supervisor. He had just arrived and was settling himself for the day.
“Excuse me, Sir,” hs said. The man looked. Up.
“Mr. Peters,” the man identified himself. “You must be Ian Walker?”
“Yes sir,” Ian said. “I was told I was assigned desk 34 but it appears to have been locked.”
Peters closed his eyes and sighed. “He would.” He said.
“Excuse me?” Ian replied.
Peters shook his head. “Your predecessor did not leave on the best of terms. He probably locked it before leaving, intentionally taking the key.“ Peters rummaged in his desk and came up with a set of keys. “This is the master it will open it to get you started and I’ll call in for a replacement. When we break for lunch the locksmith will replace the lock and get you a new key.” Peters told him. Ian nodded as his supervisor walked around his desk and led Ian back to the desk that he was so recently assigned. Apparently he was not trusted enough to take the master key to his desk and back without causing issue.
Ian followed along feeling as though he had done something naughty. He felt heat creep to his cheeks as the others watched his progress behind their supervisor. They reached the desk and Ian glanced around as Mr. Peter’s began unlocking drawers. All of the others were seated at their desks quietly waiting to begin their day. The room was silent except for the sound of Mr. Peters opening the drawers.
He turned the key to unlock the top drawer and there was a loud click. It was a sound Ian was familiar with and without thought he tackled his supervisor shoving them both out of the way as the desk exploded. Wooden shrapnel flew in all directions. Alarms sounded and people screamed. The fire caused by the explosive device rigged to the desk caused the fire suppression system to kick on and white foam gushed from the dispenser heads set into the ceiling.
The foam was less damaging to the building than a deluge of water would be, but once exposed to the air, it hardened and formed an air tight seal, stealing the oxygen from the fire to put it out. It allowed for easier clean up as the solid chunks of it could simply be hauled out, but it also smothered any people caught in the mix, depriving them of oxygen as well.
“Evacuate the room,” Ian called in his most commanding voice even as he hauled his supervisor up from the floor. He hauled him towards the door and to his surprise, the others followed.
Ten til Midnight 