He tried the door once more. It didn't budge. He kicked it, shot at it. Nothing. Over in the corner, Rhea was watching. "I can't fucking believe this," Mal said.

"Seems fairly believable."

"I thought this room had a second exit. We're fucking trapped! It's only a matter of time before they get in here."

"Looks like it," Rhea hummed, scrolling through the messages in her phone. "Ooh, apparently Hyun's picking me up to see the new 3D Jurassic park after this!"

"How the fuck can you be so calm!" Mal was glaring at her, opening and closing his fingers, missing the comfort of his guns.

"Maybe the shock just hasn't sunk in yet." Behind them, the other door began to open. Stuffing her phone into her back pocket, Dancer rubbed her hands together. "Right. Might as well face our destiny."

The door swung open, the aggressor behind it casting a 50 foot shadow on the wall. "I found you!" Said Paul from HR's four year old son. "Now you're it!"

"How the hell are we losing hide and seek to a bunch of little kids?" Mal demanded.

"God knows," Rhea said cheerfully. "But hey! Keep swearing in front of the kids. Maybe they'll stop assigning us to the crèche."