Larian Studios

Sandor blinked. Hadn't he just been... where had he been? Oh well. He looked around his surroundings, to see where he was. He appeared to be inside of a sort of car. There was one seat across from where he was sitting, pointed towards him, with a man sitting there in a uniform. A similer man was sitting next to Sandor on the cushions.

They seemed to be going around 25 km/h, and in a city. Sandor was wearing a neat suit, black, with a red tie, a black hat, with a briefcase on his lap and a 1 shot pistol in his belt.

They stopped suddenly, with Sandor almost being jurked off his seat. He frowned, and stood up when the two men in matching uniforms opened the door to his left. He got out and squinted into the sudden blinding glare. It was suddenly very hot, very dry, and very lonely.

Outside of the car was a huge building, towering. It had, halfway up, a platform for a small airplane to land, and one big door straight ahead, in the middle. To either side were more men in uniforms holding back surging crowds.

"There él is!" Cried one person, in a mixture of Spanish and English.

"I Siehe das bastards!" Another yelled, this time German and English.

More and more people seemed to appear, and Sandor looked at the guards. They were slowly moving closer and closer to the path they had cleared, but did not look like they could hold it open for long.

"Right this way Mr. Kontorist," one of the 2 guards with him said, pointing to the building.

Sandor grinned at him, and then quickly started walking to the door. He was about halfway there when a half-eaten fig hit his breast-pocket. He picked up his pace, but fruit kept flying. He was around two-thirds of the way there, when a rock was chucked, and the guard to his left went down, clutching his head. He was sprinting now, he had to make it inside. He heard a loud bang, and a scream from the crowds. The guards were shooting empty rounds of air at people now, but it was still painful.

The line broke, and the guards were trampled, right as Sandor made it to the door. I am going to make it, I can make it, just another few meters. Do not look behind you, don't look at the screaming maniacs, or at the guards protecting here, look at the door. He told himself, sprinting as fast as he could. A wooden club went sailing past his head, but smashed against the windows and fell down, leaving no dents.

Sandor ran, and flew through the door. He heard some more footsteps behind him, then the door slaming shut. 4 men inside rushed to it, securing it with spells as well as iron, steel bolts and locks.

He looked behind him, and saw,out of the guards lining the walk, and 'his' two men, only 3 men had made it inside with him. He turned, looked ahead of him, and saw a man in a grey suit, with a red undershirt, and blue tie.

"Aah, our Clerk has arrived. Come this way, Mr. Kontorist. The board will be very glad to hear from you." He beckoned towards a small door, which led into a small box, which was powered by water to raise up to the top floors of the skycraper.

When the doors opened, Sandor was in a large room. A big table was in the middle, with around 15 business men sitting at it, and his guide took a seat with them.

A man stood up from the table, Sandor later learned his name was Mr. Denaro, and smiled at him.

"Aah, Sandor Kontorist from our friends at the EMC. Gentlement, listen to him well. Sandor, I believe you have some sort of way to... well -lets be blunt- make money off of this recent horrendous occasion. . ."