Elsewhere...

Brit: What!?!

DBP: This isn't the Doesntreallyexistian throne room!

Wed: So where are we then?

DBP: I do not know...?

Brit: It's a bit dark in here to see anything.

Midnight: Allow me. [his fist begins to glow illuminating the team's surroundings]

Wed: Whoa!... This is really... old.

The Narrator: The heroes find themselves in an old large warehouse. Old-fashioned cipher machines line the wall, next to them stand outdated computer banks. On rows of tables sit old chunky 1980's computer terminals, monitors, dot matrix printers and other outdated computer hardware. None of which appears to be working.

DBP: Should we wait for the others...?

Brit: Or do the cliché thing and walk off, thereby allowing the adventure to progress in two different strands and prolong the conclusion?

Wed: [to Midnight] Have you noticed they're starting to complete each other’s sentences?

Midnight: Yes. Extremely off-putting isn't it? [Midnight then addresses the entire team] I don't see any harm in exploring our immediate surroundings.

Brit: Mind you...

DBP: The others should have arrived by now.

Wed: Will you two stop that!

DBP: Stop...

Brit: what?

Wed: Aggggggghhhhhh! [AAAHHHH!!!]

Midnight: Will you all stop fooling around and have a look at this?

Brit: Who's...

DBP: fooling...

Wed: around?

Midnight: [izzat so?]

Brit: So what have you found....

DBP: Midnight Spectre?

Midnight: Look at the logo on this computer?

Brit & DBP: [whaaaa!]

Wed: [reading aloud] F. P. I.?

Midnight: *sigh* [wiping away some dust obscuring the middle letter] look again...

Wed: [reading again] F. B. I.... hmmm... Why does that sound familiar?

Mid, Brit & DBP: [eh... i dunno... ] [no no no] [eh?]

Wed: What?

Brit: [looking at another computer] This machine also belongs the F.B.I.

DBP: [looking at one of the cipher machines] As does this one.

Midnight: If this is The Bureau, we must have been diverted way off course.

Wed: The Bureau!?! You mean this is The F.B.I.!?!

DBP: Not The Bureau building itself...,

Brit: ...but probably a storage facility of theirs...

Midnight: Even so, how did this happen? The broom cupboard has never let us down before.

DBP: [looking at the warehouse] Perhaps, we are not so far off course as we think...?

Brit: How so my love?

DBP: The architectural style of this building is definitely pre 1980's Eastern European communist.

Wed: Communists! Are you sure?

DBP: [izzat so?]

Wed: Oh yeah...

Midnight: So are we in an old F.B.I. facility designed to look like a former Eastern European communist facility...?

Brit: Or a former Eastern European communist facility with stolen computer equipment from the F.B.I.?

Wed: Good grief. Now Midnight's doing it... But what would communists be doing with old F.B.I. computer equipment?

Brit: Not much by the looks of things...

The Narrator: Britannica experimentally pushes the power button on an old Prime computer.

The machine whirs into life, which starts a chain reaction with the surrounding machines starting up also. The reels on the computer banks start to spin and ticker-tape chatters out of them. The old cipher machines begin to clunk away as the dot matrix printers screech while spewing forth reams of computer paper. The noise is horrendous.

Brit: Oops.

Wed: That can't be good...

Midnight: I don't think this warehouse is abandoned as we thought.

DBP: We shall soon find out.

Brit: Well if it is the F.B.I., I'm sure we can explain everything...?

Midnight: And if it's the communists?

Wed: Run like hell!

The Narrator: The four heroes make a dash for the nearest exit. However before they can make it, a windows-like dialog box pops-up right in front of them, blocking them off from the doorway.

Wed: What the!?!

DBP: How?

Midnight: What does it say, Britannica?

Brit: "You have performed an illegal operation.
You will be terminated.
Click OK to continue."

JLR: [gulp!]