“WORKER UNKNOWN,” the voice continued. “STATE YOUR SECURITY-AUTHORIZED NAME.”
Something mechanical within the walls made a clunking noise, and a panel slid open. A weapon-looking thing extended through the hole.
“PROVIDE YOUR SECURITY-AUTHORIZED NAME WITHIN FIVE SECONDS OR BE DESTROYED,” the voice commanded.
My teeth clenched. I do not take kindly to threats of destruction.
“My name is Tippy-Toe,” I said. I scampered up the wall to perch on the barrels. “And my authorization is JUSTICE!”
I bit through the housing at the base of the barrel and tore it from the wall.
“‘CHK-CHKKA-CHT’ IS NOT A SECURITY AUTHORIZED NAME,” the voice continued. ‘YOU WILL NOW BE DESTROYED.”
Three more panels opened, revealing new weapons.