"Holy shit! Someone's coming," shouts Jared, making a dash for the room's storage closet. It is, thankfully, empty and just large enough to hide within. Of course, that leaves you standing in the middle of the room holding the mysterious prototype. Being just a second behind Jared means that you have lost the easy hiding space, but there's a large wooden storage crate that you think might hold you. It isn't nailed shut and you are able to easily slide back the lid and climb inside. Fumbling through a massive number of packing peanuts, you manage to close the crate behind you just as you hear the code being entered on the other side of the door. Your heart pounds in your chest. Should you have just tried to come up with some kind of lie? If you get caught now...
"Oh," says a woman's voice. "I think you're going to be very impressed."
"It doesn't matter whether I'm impressed or not," another woman responds sternly. "That is for my employer to decide. I am simply going to report back an an accurate assessment of what transpires here today."
You don't know the second voice, but the first one definitely belongs to Tori Thompson, the laboratory director. You have had exactly one run in with her and it makes you wince to recall. She had berated you when you tried to ask a few questions about unusual charges on her expense reports.
"The device," Ms. Thompson says, audibly lifting the prototype from where you left it, "Serves a variety of functions, but only one at a time, through specially loaded USB drives. Perhaps you would like to select one, Ms. Silvana?"