Zodiac: Choices
Well, she was nervous... Now she's screaming and tumbling out of her chair. She sprints for the phone and fumbles about on the buttons. You catch the sight of the numbers 9-1-1.
"Great job," groans Knox, grabbing you by the shoulder. "Now you've done it. We've got to jet! The cops will be here soon."
You look back at the girl. You wonder why she is so nervous. You reach over the desk and turn the monitor of her computer so you can see it. She's logged in to a news blog detailing the rampage of a serial killer who is operating up and down a highway, abducting teenage girls, taking them to motel rooms, and leaving them sliced up in bathtubs.
"Oh, crap..." you say to yourself.
"Real smooth there," quips Ione as she rolls her eyes.
What do you do?
"Great job," groans Knox, grabbing you by the shoulder. "Now you've done it. We've got to jet! The cops will be here soon."
You look back at the girl. You wonder why she is so nervous. You reach over the desk and turn the monitor of her computer so you can see it. She's logged in to a news blog detailing the rampage of a serial killer who is operating up and down a highway, abducting teenage girls, taking them to motel rooms, and leaving them sliced up in bathtubs.
"Oh, crap..." you say to yourself.
"Real smooth there," quips Ione as she rolls her eyes.
What do you do?