#aregularthing

He leaned back on the chair, patiently tapping at his watch. The light on his mask kept flickering, broadcasting boredom.

"Could you not do that here? You're being distracting." ,Hendricks said before he looked back once then continued typing at his desk.

He could feel his blood boiling, that urge for something, anything, to happen simply for the sake of entropy. His mask's light began illuminating until it reached a blinding brightness. He mashed his fingers together and leaned back farther in the chair. "Yo, I'm out." He called to Hendricks.

"Don't break anything on the way out."