The DoomTrack

Chapter 1 - Concluded
A gloved hand removes a sealed blue envelope from a blood-soaked pocket. Click. A light flashes off. Click. A light goes dark.
Sip. slurp. The coffee is cold, its aroma pungent. Fingers drum the edge of a metal desk. Click. Click.
Click. Roar. A powerful furnace flares to life. A door softly closes. A soft, indiscernible word is spoken.