Andy Weisman
New York, New York, Fritz Headquarters and Tram Station
Being Evacuated from the City
"Andrew Gabriel Weisman," Andy think to himself as he looks over his crisp business card for perhaps the thousandth time that month, "Junior Analyst, Fritz Asset and Financial Management." He grins a little and leans back in his chair, staring at the data report for the past week he had just written up. Fritz, a former up-and-coming firm that was once thought to be the next big financial firm, had plateaued in terms of success and growth a few years ago, and was now regarded amongst the business community as a moderately sized firm that offered limited services to a small number of clients, but above average quality and success. Andy glances at his degree next. "Andrew Gabriel Weisman. Bachelor's of Science in Financial Economics," he thinks, adding as he turns his head to look out his window. "with minors in Business Technology and Array Programming." His smile fades a bit as he gazes across the New York skyline. He was a Boston native who had gotten his undergraduate degree just last year. He was almost immediately hired by Frtiz. "'Come to our headquarters New York,' they said. 'Just a couple of years. Once you get some experience and your MBA, you can work at our Boston branch,' they said. 'You'll love it here,' they said. Yea, right." He didn't love it here. He only had a couple of friends living and working in the area, and they were all so busy anyways that they could barely ever get together. There was no where nearby for him to go paintballing, airsofting, or shooting... barely anywhere to play pickup baksetball or frisbee. It was just a large, urban sprawl." He uploads the data report to the company database for his boss to look over before shutting down the powerful computer to go for lunch.
Andy frowns as soldiers began herding him away from his office and towards the train. He had been on his way back from his lunch break when a bunch of soldiers rolled in for what they claimed was a drill. "Bullshit," Andy thought, "you don't shut down one of the biggest cities on Earth for a drill." Andy reaches into his pocket and grabs his handheld. It was said to be the next big thing in the tech world, though to Andy it was just another smartphone that happened to be wirelessly linked to his padlet. He presses a button and aims the frontal camera at his face. The camera takes two seconds to analyze his face, then unlocks for him. He quickly messages both of his friends in the area, reading aloud to himself to check for dumb autocorrect mistakes: "Hey, are you getting evaced too?" He nods in satisfaction and sends the messages before returning the handheld to his pocket. He brushes and pushes through the packed tram station, navigating the crowd with expertise. He was used to rush hour traffic, be it cars or people, and found himself moving quicker than many of the others being evacuated. After a quick scan of his pass, he hops aboard his tram and grabs a handle, shifting around as it fills.