Its nothing, just a new building project, you see them all the time. Besides, you're tired, you've had a long day's work.

You drive home to your apartment, and fix yourself something to eat.

You are settling down in a comfortable chair, getting ready for some serious relaxation. Suddenly the front door to your apartment bursts inwards, and imperial stormtroopers flood inside.

You quickly reach for your blaster pistol, but they are already upon you. They club you with the butts of their rifles, and knock you to the floor. Two of them stand over you kicking you in the ribs and stomach. After what seems like an eternity, they stop, and another stormtrooper frisks you.

You are dragged semi-conscious back to another abandoned wharehouse, where ISB agents torture, interrogate, and then kill you.

Better luck next time.

Back to the base.

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