Author: Qasim

ENTRANCE 07:45 AM

Taking a gander at the grand superstructure that was the Apple Head Quarters as I stood a few hundred meters from the entrance. I was privileged to be an element of the Apple squad. Walking In, security thoroughly checked my belongings.

FLOOR 196 8:05 AM

I safely escaped the humidity of the elevator entering a Calm environment. My first assignment was placed to my left it read “Patch Os”; this simply meant “fix an operating system fault”. As I entered my credentials into the system, the System read “deactivated – floor manager credentials required”. Strolling into the information room, the floor manager was not present, his office was empty and he had not been seen for 2 days.

DESK 109 8:17 AM

Desk 109 was a small cramped area which had the smell of moldy bread and socks. The system used was outdated as well as the monitor. My Login was successful, the assignment was an effortless procedure, it took me only 20 minutes to complete.

HOSTAGE 8:42 AM

I felt a strange rattle, it disturbed my usual peace. THREE SHOTS FIRED!! IT WAS A BLUR I HID UNDER THE DESK. THEY RAISED THERE WEAPONS. “GET DOWN GET DOWN” It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened. I had seen three masked men bursting through the left wing elevator; they were armed with large assault rifles. The men had a signal receiver; a radio, they were trying hard to communicate but faltered to operate the device. They demanded the codes for the safe with Jimmy (the cleaner) at gunpoint. The safe detained Apple product blue prints and also large amount of cash.

DEATH 8:45 AM

Not a single person would give release the codes; Jimmy was no more, his death nothing more than a bullet to the head. The men forced more deaths if the code was not given but a shadow appeared from the right wing elevator. He placed a large flashing device on the ground. I could see the tip of his rifle and a signal receiver, it seemed as though it was, and it couldn’t be, was it? Victor Steiner. IT WAS THE FLOOR MANAGER. I Felt relieved but he didn’t have a clue about the men. He headed straight for the safe greeting all his colleagues without a scratch.

He explained to us in a fluent Russian accent with a mephistophelian tone how he had been manipulated by Apple and was seeking revenge.

We had seen Victor and his ‘comrades’ take the last reserves of cash.

It was the end of the line, all had been stolen and nothing was left.