Zodiac: Choices
You step out of the van and into the weather. The rain is cold. Each drop bites at your skin. You pull your coat tight as you close the distance the building ahead of you, your destination.
After entering, you turn to wait for your companions.
Ione Finnegan is the first to make her way into the lobby, following just a few seconds after you. She's the young blonde woman with ponytail, glasses, and an off-the-charts I.Q. She looks at you and flashes a brief smile. "Can you believe this weather we're having?" she asks you with a mild Irish inflection to her tone.
She does have a point. It is the middle of July in New Mexico and the temperature has steadily been in the mid-30s to low-40s for the past week.
As Ione makes adjustments to her damp hair, another walks through the door. This is Knox--a powerfully built black man with a shaved head and an expensive wardrobe of tailor-made vested suits and designer sunglasses. Knox looks at you and scowls.
Why do you think he just scowled at you?
After entering, you turn to wait for your companions.
Ione Finnegan is the first to make her way into the lobby, following just a few seconds after you. She's the young blonde woman with ponytail, glasses, and an off-the-charts I.Q. She looks at you and flashes a brief smile. "Can you believe this weather we're having?" she asks you with a mild Irish inflection to her tone.
She does have a point. It is the middle of July in New Mexico and the temperature has steadily been in the mid-30s to low-40s for the past week.
As Ione makes adjustments to her damp hair, another walks through the door. This is Knox--a powerfully built black man with a shaved head and an expensive wardrobe of tailor-made vested suits and designer sunglasses. Knox looks at you and scowls.
Why do you think he just scowled at you?