The rain sloshed across the windshield of his rusted old hatchback as he rounded the corner. Slosh, Slosh, the unrelenting deluge attacked the car with such vigor - the glass in the window were rendered 80% useless.
Squinting and rubbing his breath off of the inside of the vehicle he saw a rain soaked blob in the shape of the parking structure entrance to his office. Hidden from the downpour he rolled down the window to slide his key card in the automated security gate and the arm lifted.
His mind was now already racing, he had received the text 45 minutes ago and his mind was reeling with the implications.
The seven most ominous words he had ever received on his phone "The situation has changed. Attendance not optional."
He had run the simulations personally and analyzed the results - had he forgotten something?
Exiting his car he realized time was now of the essence. This situation had only been described in general, vague terms during the final week of his "orientation".
They had called it orientation but it really was indoctrination. He had even moved into the city to be closer in case...
...in case tonight is really happening.
