Alright! Time to get to the bottom of this, and maybe prove once and for all that
Astrid stole my keycard. A two-for-one deal, if I say so myself - Kya ha ha!.
It was a normal night, normal as it can be when nearly your entire lab staff is gone anyway. Good riddance, if you ask me! They were only ever holding back my brilliance! Mouthbreathers who can't even take notes right, "computer guys" with the typing speed of a toddler, the usual. Anyway, I was alone in the Killing Game Lab, finishing something up. Classified info, obviously.
That's when I noticed this report, apparently the Sleep Lab was on the fritz before everyone left, and no one got around to calibrating the equipment. Figures. Still, a brain like mine needs sleep, so I'm not about to turn down an excuse to take a nap on the clock. I think when I was leaving is the last time I saw Agent Grayson. We ran into each other in the Lab Passage. I think she was heading somewhere too, but she didn't follow me up the Main Elevator.
I walked down through the old Historical Society building, and I was kinda worrying I wouldn't even be able to sleep, because someone was banging around in that old furnace room. Anyway, I did manage to drift off after a while, but then, a couple more bangs woke me up! Are you serious?
What is so interesting about that furnace room?
That's about when I realized my keycard was missing! It's gotta be
Astrid, I'm telling you. She's always wanted to work with the
cool, dangerous Anomalies, I can see it in her eyes!
But to think you'd resort to murder... Kyeh heh heh. Must be getting really desperate now, huh?
After that though... I didn't really have a lot of options. I tried to go check out the source of the banging, maybe someone lit the old boiler or something, but nah, it was empty. Weird. Then I just took the Patio stairs down to the facility. I thought maybe I'd find a card with a bit of juice left in it in the Locker Room or Break Room, but that theory was a bust. Definitely not making it into any science journals.
That takes us to about when we met. I know they sometimes kept a spare just in case in that reception desk outside the Director's office, but I was out of luck there, too.
Hm. Well, I have it back now, at least...