You head into the security room, hoping to just speedrun though this choose-your-own-adventure nonsense. It's dark in there, the small room lit ominously by a wall of TV screens all playing footage from the different parts of the office. You see Dan sitting at the desk, hunched over the keyboard with empty bags of chips littered around his chair.

You tap on his shoulder and hot chips go flying. "Wah!" he exclaims, clutching at his heart. "Oh, it's just you. Don't tell me YOU want to look at the security footage, too," he groans. "Look, I'm gonna tell you what I told the other guy. There's no footage of anything from last night! Well, not exactly, anyway."

"What do you mean, no footage?"
"What do you mean, the other guy?"
"Not even footage of the armory?"