[ WP ] You forgot your umbrella on a rainy day . The butterfly effect cause your day to spin out of control and several people end up dead .

John muttered a swear word as he felt the back seat of his car. He already had an idea that he'd forgotten his umbrella, having rushed out of the house, but he felt like being mad anyways. Today was a shit day. 
 
 As he made it way to the nuclear plant where he worked, he gave wide berth to a deep puddle, a vain attempt, as moments later a car screamed through it and drenched him. This time he did n't mutter. `` F-f-f-f-FUCK!!'' 
 
 Steve watches John storm into the office, dripping. 
 
 `` Hey there buddy, saving time by just swimming across the lake now?'' 
 
 `` Fuck off, guy, today's a shit day.'' 
 
 John wrings his jacket into the sink and makes a face as muddy water pours out. He throws the jacket over his seat, checks his watch, and rushes off to his first meeting of the day. His feet squeak in his leather shoes as his makes his way down a brightly lit hallway, and it only enrages him more. He hated wet shoes. As he comes to the security door, he reaches into his pocket only to realize that he had kept the key card in his jacket, which was now damp and smelly on his desk, getting his desk damp and smelly. `` R-r-r-r, fuck!'' Today was definitely a shit day. 
 
 `` Whoa there buddy, keep it cool, I got you.'' Randy walked by him with a smirk, and carded in. He punched in the extra code that lets security know there's an extra person coming, and the little speaker crackles to life. 
 
 `` Who is it?'' 
 
 `` It's Randy, and John, pin-head forgot his card again.'' 
 
 `` No, no I did n't forget it, it's at my desk, I can get it if you need me to.'' 
 
 `` Do n't worry about it, go on in.'' 
 
 One of the higher ups at the meeting made a joke about John looking messy, and he replied with a generic answer and a forced smile. 
 
 John spends his lunch wearing a cheap set of clothes from a nearby store while he dries his clothes off. It takes him the entire time, and afterwards he sits at his desk, dry but hungry, and still in a bad mood from his shit day. 
 
 Randy comes over and drops off a project revision, giving John a little tussle of his hair. John hated that. He started reading the revision and ignoring Randy, hoping the asshat would leave, but he was n't taking the hint. A moment of silent later John glances up. 
 
 `` Is there something else you need, Randy?'' 
 
 `` Nah, nah, I'm good. It's just uhh...'' Randy leans in too close. `` You hear talk that there might be a spy here?'' 
 
 `` A spy?'' 
 
 `` Whoa, whoa, John, keep it down. Yeah man, like a real-life spy.'' 
 
 `` Randy, there is n't a fucking spy, we work in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and this shit is boring as all fuck. Management does n't even care what happens here, why the fuck with another country?'' 
 
 `` No spy huh?'' Randy chuckles `` Maybe you're just saying that cuz it's YOU! Huh? Hahahaaa, gotcha'' Randy's laugh was obnoxious. 
 
 `` Me? John Tanner? Look at this. Look at my face. I'm the whitest motherfucker you know. I'm whiter than you are.'' 
 
 `` Take it easy, man, it was just a joke.'' 
 
 `` I'm just saying, if you were going to accuse anybody, would n't it be Kristoph over there?'' Kristoph looks over at the conversation. `` Look at him! He's been here 13 years, he never talks to anybody, who knows what he even does here?'' Randy chuckles nervously. 
 
 John knew he was being an asshole at this point, Kristoph had never done anything wrong to him, but he was in such a bad mood, he started walking over to Kristoph's desk. A look flashes onto Kristoph's face, and in a split second, all of the anger drains out of John, replaced by terror and bewilderment. 
 
 Kristoph screams in rage and starts firing a small automatic weapon, and as Randy tackles John to the floor, John sees a grenade fly across the room. A moment later, a deafening boom is followed by a few screams. 
 
 A Randy holds John down, John spots a gun on Randy's hip, tucked discreetly behind the belt. In one smooth motion, Randy pulls it out and returns fire, but the madness does n't stop. A few more explosions sound out and it appears that Kristoph is moving across the large office floor to get to the plant area. 
 
 `` Wha --'' John was bewildered. 
 
 `` Dude, that was the best thing ever. We've been trying for years to root him out and you, you did it! You finally got him to crack!'' 
 
 John looks up for a second and sees Steve running by, pistol in hand. Everything fades to black as he passes out. 
 
 About a week later, John finds himself recovering in a hospital. He did n't suffer any serious injuries from the fire-fight, which left about 7 people dead and several more wounded. He picks up a newspaper and reads the article talking about the incident. Apparently Kristoph had managed to sabatoge a piece of equipment, but it was already defunct and would n't have been a threat anyways. From the history detailed, he was not a very good spy. He skimmed through the article, and noted that there was no mention of John anywhere, the CIA had taken all the credit. In the end, it really had been a shit day.
