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The blast was deafening. The front doors to Bungie Studios flew open as the shaped charge exploded inward. Smoke and debris filled the lobby.
Jerome stood up, but no sooner had he said "Aw you mother-blam!-s are messing with the wrong...." than he was knocked to the ground by a taser. There was no sound other than the rapid clacking of the taser and the soft drumming of Jerome's shoes against the lobby floor as electricity surged through his body.
"Everybody down on the ground!" yelled an authoritative voice. "This is an Activision inspection of the Bungie premises!"
The Activision inspectors, in full SWAT gear and gas masks, swarmed into Bungie Studios. The flashlights on the end of their MP5 submachine guns cut bright swaths through the haze and debris.
DeeJ was the first to respond to the noise, and arrived breathlessly running into the lobby. "Hiya guys, I'm part of the Community Team here at Bungie," said DeeJ, trying to lighten the tension. "We'd like to welcome you to.... OOOOOOOF!" DeeJ doubled over in pain from the butt of the gun being jammed into his ribcage.
"On the ground, numbnuts!" screamed the Activision lead inspector. "We're here to inspect you -blam!-s, NOT... TO... HAVE... A... CHAT!" He punctuated each word by firing a bullet into the ceiling.
He stomped angrily over to Stosh, who was frozen in fear at his desk.
"Boy, your eyes are like silver dollars! I've seen squirrels that were braver than you! Now what the hell are you working on and how the hell is it gonna help us make money?"
Stosh, trembling, was unable to respond, and instead could only open and close his mouth a few times.
"Wrong answer!" screamed the Activision inspector, spittle flying onto Stosh's face. "Cuff him!"
Other inspectors roughly manhandled Stosh to the ground and cuffed his hands behind his back as the lead inspector slowly pointed his gun around the room. "Anybody else want to show me how things are coming on the next game, before I really get pissed off?" he yelled.
Several employees nervously pointed to a massive dry erase board on the wall. At the top, it read "DESTINY IDEAS" and was blank underneath except for a poorly drawn picture of Jason Jones in what appeared to be a bathtub filled with Pepto Bismol.
The Activision inspector slowly stepped over to the dry erase board, disbelief and rage written all over his face.
"My God," he muttered. "It's worse than I thought."
Jerome slowly stood up, groaning from the effort and trying to gain his bearings. A tall, suited man with dark shades slowly paced through the studio, step by poised step, parting the smoke of spent flashbang grenades, and casually tasering Jerome yet again.
From the opposite side of the room, a man with a stubbly beard slowly paced forward towards the suited man in flip flops. The stubble bearded man seemed almost calm.
"Ahh, Mr....", said the suited man, who paused to lightly touch his slick black hair, "..Urk, is it?". The suited man had a venemous grin and held out a hand. Urk took the hand and shook, only to let out a small, manly tear due to the bone crunching grip.
"Mr Urk, we would be most greatful if we could have the details of your...Destiny project."
"I....don't do updates any more, sir. There's nothing I can tell you." replied the stubbled Urk with an uncontrollable mischievous grin.
The suited man, Dr. Activision, frowned with thin lips.
"Although, doctor, may I interest you in a leftover turkey wing," said Urk, casually, whilst discretely activating his hidden microphone, "Initiate." he whispered.
In a stunning moment, a certain Jason Jones leapt from the cover of a desk holding a piece of golden parchment and began a desperate sprint for the secret escape Warthog as Activision commandos turned to fire...
"Take him down", said the Activision businessman.
And just as the guns were aligned and the triggers were about to pulled the soldiers were taken aback from a brutish wail.
"GGGRRRRRAAAAAW" Jerome yelled while thumping down the hallway at breakneck speed straight towards the soldiers, gravity hammer in hand and rage in his eyes.
The closest soldier was fastest to turn to face him, prepared with his tazer, but he was already too late, Jerome softly said "Not this time" before launching him clear across the room.
Moving back at forth at speeds so quick all you could see was a blur, a leg sweep here, a thump to the chest there, Jerome was progressively mowing through the small armada sent to invade Bungie, Inc.
During the confusion Jason Jones had made quite a bit of progress, the businessman noticing this disgruntled said "I guess I'll have to get my hands dirty".
He darted after Jason as quick as a flash, throwing a whole assortment of projectiles from every pocket he could manage.
The first wave of throwing knives flies by, cutting Jason's legs ever so slightly.
The second wave he was much better prepared, quickly sidestepping past them as they came, but he was getting careless as one of them just barely clipped the golden parchment in his clutches.
"I need to be more cautious", he quickly mumbled to himself, "I can't lose this precious design document."
He was almost at the hog when the lanky businessman had caught up with him and grabbed his leather jacket.
Jason's mind ticking away a mile a minute instantly reacted to the scenario, it was almost like he didn't intend to do it, the second he felt the man's grip on his jacket he quickly backflip axe kicked him to the ground and continued onto his destination.
But the man was clever, before Jason got out of his grasp he had stabbed him with a small amount of elephant tranquilizer.
Jerome finishing up the soldiers noticed this and yelled "Jason!" from across the room, quickly running to the emergency adrenaline supply, but just then a whole new wave of soldiers busted in through the ceiling pinning Jerome.
Jason pulled out the small dart the second he heard, but it was already too late, the dart started taking it's effect, he was so close just a few more meters, he could make it.
But just as he was about to exit the studio Bobby Kotick came barreling in from the Warthog escape exit, with a clear intent to tackle Jason to the ground.
Jason tried using his superior agility to bypass Kotick but the Tranquilizer's effects had drained him of almost all his strength, Kotick managed the tackle and Jason passed out.
Triumphantly lifting the parchment from Jason's body Kotick started reading it triumphantly, but just then some tentacles slithered in from the darkness ...