User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Current Post

Arnout passed the revolting doors, nodding at the robot manning the security checkpoint. "Good morning Oscar. How are we today?"

Oscar didn't respond, but ran his standard security check. Apparently, Arnout didn't pass, as Oscars weapon systems came online. Slightly annoyed, Arnout waited for the human guards to show up.

A few seconds later, the guards came running out of the checkpoint. The man on point gave Arnout one look, and lowered his weapon. "Damn it, Mike, I told you to reprogram Oscar! Arnout told us he'd be bringing explosives over for his colleges' lustrum."

The security guard named Mike looked at his boss with what could only be described as big puppy eyes. "Sorry, boss. It won't happen again." "Humpf. Oscar, stand down. Arnout, what do you have in store for us today?"

"Well, I was asked to keep it low key. We were going for the college initials plus the lustrum, carved into a blast surface, then fill it with a low power charge, that when detonated, creates a dust wave which would then erupt into fire."

"That sounds like "low key" for you, Arnout." Mike interrupted. "Yeah, but not when that blast surface is like 10 by 20 meters, and when its 200 metres up in the sky, above the main podium." Arnout, replied.

The guards laughed. "Yeah, that sounds more like you, Arnout." "Yeah, now we have two smaller blast surfaces. One on top of the other, in the shape of a T. On the top one, a huge fireball will erupt, and when it fades, the letters on the other one will start to burn." Arnout shook his head. "Yeah, I know. Horrible. I hate low key."

Not sure whether Arnout was serious, the guards smiled. "So, what you have there, then?" the boss pointed at Arnout's bag. "25 meters of det cord, iron rust, aluminium powder, 98% pure sulphuric acid, glass containers, detonators." "Rust? What you need rust for?" Mike inquired. His boss smacked him on the back of the head. "Thermite, am I right?" "Yep, thermite. My own special mix, with some special ingredients to make it burn a little longer, and not cause any damage to the crowd's corneas."

The boss waved Arnout through. "We will be watching, Arnout. Better make it good..." Arnout laughed as he walked off, and added a "Sir, yes, Sir." As he saluted mockingly.

Arnout slung his backpack over his shoulder, and dodged a recruiter as he crossed a infotainment market in the lobby. Seeing the cue in front of the elevators, Arnout decided to use the stairs instead.

Huffing and puffing, Arnout reached the 14th floor. As he was catching his breath a set of elevator doors opened, and Arnout's supervisor came out. "Ah, Arnout. Just the man I needed." Arnout looked unhappy. Usually his supervisor ended up scoulding him. "Your plan for tonight has been approved." "Eh? You're serious?" Arnout was shocked. "They actually agreed to one of my plans?" Arnout's supervisor, a huge, beared man who looked remarkably like Santa Claus, nodded. "I can hardly believe it either. Well, they saw you had planned originaly, and then compared it with your new, "low-key" plan, and they probably though; "Well, we won't get him to down it down anymore. Might as well give it the green light." "Well, thanks. You could have messaged me, though." "I don't know how that works, Arnout, and you know it." Arnout thanked his supervisor, who took the elevator down.

Heading towards the labs, Arnout stopped at a coat hanger to pick up a lab coat. Putting it and his safety glasses on, he reached the private lab, where only he and his team where allowed in Arnout tried the door, but found it locked.

Pulling his keys out of his pocket, Arnout opened the door, and stepped inside. He walked in on two of his team members putting their biology classes to good use. "What the FUCK are you doing? In the LAB of all places! Ugh." Arnout turned his back to his teammates. "Get dressed. We have work to do."