[ WP ] Working security for a high profile client , you notice an out of place looking bald janitor with a bar code on the back of his head . Moments later , you see the same man dressed as one of your own . Nobody else seems to be seeing this . The man is now obviously following you to the restroom .

I pushed open the door to the restroom and walked inside. The bald man followed a second later. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. His face was a blank, emotionless mask. Even his eyes seemed lifeless, staring straight ahead with none of the tics or movements that would indicate a living, breathing organism. 
 
 I stepped up to a urinal, then paused. I glanced at the man again. He was still standing there, staring straight ahead. He seemed to be waiting. 
 
 I reached down towards my zipper, then hesitated. I made a decision. Instead of taking a piss, I turned around and faced the man. 
 
 Still he stood, like a statue, his vacant gaze fixated upon a point just over my right shoulder. I looked him over from head to toe. He was definitely not one of the security personnel hired for this event. I knew all the other guys, and he was not one of us. He was definitely dressed in a security uniform, though, which led me to a disquieting conclusion: he'd taken a uniform from one of the other guards. 
 
 I pondered confronting him directly. If he was trying to masquerade as a security guard, then he was probably trying to do something covertly. He might reveal something, or even flee, if he knew his cover's blown. 
 
 Then again, he might not. Confronting him could quickly lead to a fight. The security staff were issued with tasers, as well as a sidearm. The bald man looked to be in fairly good shape, so if he had a taser and a gun, then it would be too risky for me to fight him. 
 
 I decided I needed backup. I would finish my business in the bathroom, then contact my supervisor. We'd get the rest of the security staff and take this guy down together, before he tried anything. 
 
 I turned back to the urinal. Before I could unzip, though, I felt a sharp prick in the side of my neck. I flailed my arms around wildly as I whirled around. The bald man was holding a half-empty syringe in his right hand. 
 
 `` What the fuck? What did you just inject into me? What was that?'' I yelled at him. I felt faint, but did not lose consciousness. I could fight the drug off. Maybe it was because he was n't able to give me a full dose. 
 
 I was surprised to hear a girl's voice reply. `` *What the... that's never happened before. The tranquilizer is supposed to knock him right out. *'' 
 
 A male voice replied to her, `` *Yeah, and security guard NPCs are n't supposed to talk to you either. Is this from a recent patch or something? *'' The voices were n't coming from the bald man. They seemed to come from all around me, like ethereal beings speaking to me from another dimension. 
 
 `` Patch? What are you talking about? Who's speaking?'' I demanded. My mind was growing gradually clearer. I definitely could fight the drug off. 
 
 `` *What the* ***fuck??? ***'' The male voice practically screamed out. `` *The guard just fucking talked to me! He talked to me from the game! *'' 
 
 The girl's voice, equally panicked, screeched, `` *Turn it off, fucking turn it off! This is fucked up, Todd, what the fuck? *'' 
 
 Suddenly, everything around me, from the walls and urinals of the bathroom to the bald man himself, dissolved into electronic static. My surroundings were replaced by complete darkness. It was my turn to mutter in panic, `` What the fuck?'' 
 
 Then, as abruptly as it had appeared, the darkness vanished, and in its place I found myself standing in a cubical structure, where one wall was entirely a gigantic transparent pane of glass. Through the glass I could see two people, two gigantic teenagers, towering over me as they stared at me in utter shock. The guy, dressed in baggy jeans and a t-shirt with a heavy metal emblem on the chest, still held a video game console controller in his hand. The girl, with both hands covering her mouth out of surprise, looked like she was about to jump out of her goth outfit in fear. 
 
 I looked around. It appeared I was inside a gigantic television set of some sort. Through the glass I could see a couch, lamps, a rug: the furnishings of a living room, all of which was massive compared to my size. I looked down at myself. I was still dressed in my security uniform, and everything seemed normal. Apart from the fact that I was now apparently miniscule, and trapped inside a TV. 
 
 I suppressed the panic that was gnawing at my gut. Panic later, I thought to myself. Right now, you need to figure out what happened, and how you're going to get back to your world. 
 
 I rapped the glass with my knuckles. `` Excuse me? Could you get me out of here please?'' 
 
 ***** 
 
 Agent 47 slipped the now-empty syringe back into his pocket. The security guard was sprawled in front of the row of urinals, completely unconscious. Grabbing the guard by one ankle, 47 dragged the guard into a nearby stall, then locked him inside. The guard would wake up in a few hours, no worse for wear apart from a momentary headache, a very dry mouth, and no memory of what had happened. 
 
 Agent 47 briefly wondered what the guard was seeing or hearing right now. The tranquilizing drug apparently created vivid dreams and hallucinations, which meant many victims woke up rather confused and disoriented. The thought was nothing more than a passing musing in 47's mind, though, as he turned his attention back to the assassination at hand. Two security guards down, four more to go.
