And unfortunately, nearly bumps into the worst security guard in the world. This man could be the poster-boy for why you shouldn't listen to headphones while on the job. Somehow, he's managed to miss the entirety of the sirens and robo-voice and gone about his day, going in to log into the security computer.
However, oblivious as he is, it's hard to miss almost getting barreled over by a teenager.
Howard instantly realizes his mistakes and tries to sprint past him, but the guard grabs him by the neck of his shirt with enough force that Howard's feet slide out from under him. The guard - easily three times his size - slams him up against the wall. The impact makes Howard see floating colors all across his vision.
"Did you do all this?" the guard yells in his face, indicating wildly with his free hand at the smoke coming from the elevator. "This is a hospital! Sick people need their rest here!"
In a moment of confidence spurred by their unbelievable luck so far, Howard spits at the guy. Or maybe he's just frothing because he's struggling to free himself and screaming for help. Either way, saliva gets in the guy's face.
"That's it, you little punk-"
Howard twists and wrenches his shirt free, dropping to the floor and starting to run away. Unfortunately, he didn't realize how disoriented he was from hitting the wall, and he stumbles over his own feet right as the guard aims a kick at his stomach. He goes sprawling.
"Don't move or I shoot this at your head!" the guard warns, aiming his energy gun at Howard. But Howard's ears are ringing and he doesn't register what the man says, so he starts to crawl away.
Re: The Box (3/3)
However, oblivious as he is, it's hard to miss almost getting barreled over by a teenager.
Howard instantly realizes his mistakes and tries to sprint past him, but the guard grabs him by the neck of his shirt with enough force that Howard's feet slide out from under him. The guard - easily three times his size - slams him up against the wall. The impact makes Howard see floating colors all across his vision.
"Did you do all this?" the guard yells in his face, indicating wildly with his free hand at the smoke coming from the elevator. "This is a hospital! Sick people need their rest here!"
In a moment of confidence spurred by their unbelievable luck so far, Howard spits at the guy. Or maybe he's just frothing because he's struggling to free himself and screaming for help. Either way, saliva gets in the guy's face.
"That's it, you little punk-"
Howard twists and wrenches his shirt free, dropping to the floor and starting to run away. Unfortunately, he didn't realize how disoriented he was from hitting the wall, and he stumbles over his own feet right as the guard aims a kick at his stomach. He goes sprawling.
"Don't move or I shoot this at your head!" the guard warns, aiming his energy gun at Howard. But Howard's ears are ringing and he doesn't register what the man says, so he starts to crawl away.
The man's finger starts to clench the trigger.