About To Happen

Vanessa stomped her way into the office building, a fully functional raeger rifle in her possession. 

Her eyes blazed with furious intensity as her hair littered roughly on her face. The workers in the building stared at her, afraid she was one of the academics coming to kill them all.

Her eyes moved to the elevator and her legs followed, each step reverberating anger. "Your academics have gone crazy," Vanessa said loudly, speaking between gritted teeth as she approached the elevator.

"Crazy!" She yelled again and got into the lift.

Pressing the highest floor, she stood still with her feet restless. The elevator opened with a ding and she hurriedly pounced out, bumping into Baron.

He looked grateful to have met her. "About the arrangements?" He asked. "What exact-"

"Building 42," she quickly replied. "Excuse me, I don't have time," she said, squeezing herself and walking like a boss down the hallway.