The clown looked at the screen, his face somewhat distorted, his hands continually pressing the control buttons, but no matter how much he pressed, there was no response.
"Fuck!"
The clown, in a rage, threw the detonator he held onto the ground. How could his meticulously laid plan possibly fail? Where did it go wrong?
"Who, who are you?"
The clown suddenly lifted his head to see two strangers, a man and a woman walking in.
"Are you Zero?"
The clown looked up, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are you guys, and why did you enter my room? Get out now, or I'll call security."
"Call, go ahead."
"To think you'd carry out your scheming over our heads; who gave you the courage and audacity? Did you really think that just because you were hiding deep enough, inconspicuous enough, you could play the mastermind from behind the scenes?"
