The guard supervisor didn't know what to do. He had been in the middle of a tirade at his junior guards because they were not able to come to agreement on the vacation schedule. As he worked himself into a full rage his anger was quickly drowned out by the blaring fire alarms.

The guards stood motionless around the desk in the main lobby as the supervisor processed the flood of information.

“Sir, active fire on level five. Looks like it's zones seven and eight, in the elevator area” called out the man interpreting the fire alarm system. “Sprinklers have activated,” he added.

Another guard, nearly over top of the report about the fires, called out, “there's some sort of malfunction of the ground level door in stairwell two. The door is jammed shut.”

As people began to stream into the lobby from stairwell one, and even one of the functioning elevator, the supervisor finally sprang into action.
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