Making your way elegantly over the 4-chair barricade dividing the two sides of the shuttle, you approach the man in the corner. Though you can't make out much of his face past his shades and cap, you can see he's quite a young man wearing a black jumpsuit, though it appears heavily reinforced in sections. In his hand, he's tightly gripping a device with a thumb-sized red button on the top.

"Um, hi," you say, by way of an introduction.

The man ignores you entirely.

"So," you continue, unabashed, "I guess we're both heading the same way."

Again, no response.

"Sorry," you say, obviously not apologising in any genuine capacity, "have I done something to offend you?"

In one fluid motion, the man stands, removes his shades with one hand, and flips the safety clip on his device with the other.

Staring intently into his gaze, you're overcome with a sudden sensation of dread.

"Sir," he says, with more authority than such a young man usually carries, "are you going to be a problem?"

If you answer "Yes," turn to page 4.

If you answer "No," and quickly return to your seat, turn to page 13.