“Well, it’s your funeral,” says Bae. “I’ll be here at the Coke machine. Good luck, Shadow!”
You sprint down the corridor like a jungle cat, only swerving to avoid a pair of technicians wheeling a trolley containing an IBM 3340 Winchester hard disc unit out of a room marked “DO NOT ENTER”.
At the end of the corridor you skid on your right heel as you reach your goal. The printer room and the paper store cupboard beyond.
”Good afternoon, Epson!” says Dave Carlisle from behind you. “What sort of mischief are you up to then?”
Do you make your excuses and return to Bae? (goto 09)
Or do you throw yourself on the mercy of Mr. Carlisle explaining the problem with the timetable? (goto 16)