[ WP ] A disgruntled accountant , armed to the teeth with various concealed weapons , finds he was n't the only one with the very same plan for the office today -- far from it , in fact .

*Do it. * 
 
 John sat at his desk. It was the same desk he sat at every day. He filed the same papers, made the same phone calls, and managed the same accounts every day of his life. But not today. 
 
 *Today will be different. * 
 
 Underneath his desk, John clutched his Glock 19. He felt the smooth gunmetal in his hand, the weight screaming change and uncertainty. It was a heavy burden, but he would much rather have this than remain a passive aggressive accountant for the rest of his life. They would all be sorry today, everyone right down to the institution ’ s core. Debra would pay for all those snide remarks. Rob would get it too; bastard was always jamming the printer. And *oh* would he love unloading into Danny, *that prick*. 
 
 *There ’ s Danny now*, he thought as he saw the blonde-haired manager walk in wearing a pinstriped suit and a cheesy smile. John tracked the manager as he walked through the office, meandering by desks, being generally obnoxious. 
 
 “ Today ’ s the day, ” John muttered. He took a deep breath, tensed his body, and- 
 
 Out of the corner of his eye, John could see Calvin, a new hire, enter the room with an overcoat on. The man shed his coat, revealing previously hidden weapons. He was positively bristling with them, assault rifles strapped to his chest, pistols at his sides, even a few knives lining his belt. 
 
 *What the*- 
 
 John didn ’ t even have time to react. A shout sounded across the office. 
 
 “ EVERYBODY GET DOWN! ” Carl, the area IT was standing on a desk, Beretta in hand. “ THIS IS MY DAY CALVIN! ” The IT guy squeezed off a few rounds in Calvin ’ s general direction. 
 
 The room was in chaos. Calvin swung his rifle around, letting the chatter of the gunfire drown out all of the screams of fellow coworkers. Papers were flying through the air. Potted plants were shattering. People taking cover under desks. 
 
 John was still frozen, still trying to process how his plans had been undermined so dramatically. It actually pissed him off. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, completely oblivious to the firefight that was playing out in front of him. He pushed back his chair and stood up slowly. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Loosening his neck tie with his left hand, he raised his Glock in his right, aiming for Carl the Instigator. John pulled the trigger once, the loud discharge of the weapon, along with the recoil, dispelling his lost sense of time. Carl dropped to the floor. Calvin whipped around right before being popped in the face. 
 
 After taking out both men, John sat back down, feeling physically exhausted. He paid no mind to the praise he was given. He did not realize that he was now a hero. All that could play in his mind, looping like a sad broken record, was the fact that he was still an accountant. 
 
 Today would be no different.
