A night out after a long, hard mission? Sounds like a good time doesn't it? You and your compatriots decide to hit up the closest casino after gathering the intel you needed. Happy with your progress and ready to let loose. Some drinks, a few games of poker, the slots and you're feeling good. A little too good. The drinks you've had seem to be hitting harder than usual and you leave the crew early. Ready to tuck into bed and start fresh tomorrow. Celebrations are nice but you don't want to get sloppy in front of any of your coworkers. The stairs leading up to the 2nd floor seem more deserted than usual and although you should be on guard. Those drinks keep sinking into your consciousness further. Your vision blurs, you start to sweat, and your hearing fades in and out. Just a few more steps and you'll be to your room, you tell yourself. Your sense scream that something is awry but you ignore them. Knowing the Agency has this place covered head to toe. Not covered well enough apparently. A delicate pair of hands slips up behind you and pushes you to the ground. Zip tieing your hands and dragging you the rest of the way to your room... You've made a grave mistake and now your only choice is to keep your mouth shut..no matter what happens. Support me on Patreon: https://Patreon.com/c/doingstuffwithsquid