The Chase

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the apartment building as Olivia and Gen approached. The streets were quiet, the city asleep, but the urgency of their mission kept them alert.

Olivia moved with calm determination, her mind focused on the task at hand. Gen, as always, was ready for action, her impatience barely contained.

They entered the lobby and made their way to the security office. The head guard, a burly man with a stern expression, looked up from his desk as they approached.

"We're looking for the security guard who worked the morning shifts here," Olivia said, her voice polite.

"Samuel?" The head guard frowned. "He quit a few days ago. Haven't seen him since."

"Whatever." Gen stepped forward, her tone sharp. "We need his address."

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Young lady." The head guard crossed his arms, his expression hardening. "I can't just give out personal information. It's against policy."