A group of goons marched down the stairs to the first floor to turn off the fire suppression system, where they noticed a lonely Ian, gun in his hand. They raised their weapons and shouted, "Don't move! Hands above your head where I can see em'!"
The rest of the goons traveled up the stairs with the group, up to the rooftop where a large glass lounge had been built, inside a man with red and black hair, shaved on one side and swept over the other could be seen standing behind a desk. He looked older, and relatively calm. He eyed the group as they approached.
The goons shoved them into the room and shut the doors behind them, standing guard outside. "Please, sit." the man behind the desk said, gesturing toward an array of couches and love seats in the room.
Daniel, with a noticeable amount of unease, sat down on a rather welcoming brown couch, and looked around. "What do you want?" he asked.
