"Yeah, that's how it starts," Peterson replied.  "Think of this as motivational training."

"I don't need motivation," Sheckley said. "I'm down to my last few dollars and I want my wife back."

"No, no, no.  Not for you.  Motivation for me," Peterson said.  "Two more entry level recruits and they promote me to vice-vice president in charge of safety."

Just then, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.  Sheckley bolted out of the car, pushing past several secretaries and one mail messenger who instantly dropped down into a fetal position.  Behind him, Sheckley could hear several shots being fired.  People were diving for cover around him as he raced through cubicles.  A quick scan of the floor plan posted on a wall showed three exits in front of him, five more back behind him.  Another bank of elevators was ahead.  He charged for them.

Miss Hays appeared on his right.  She had a much larger gun in her hand this time.