Brooke once again arrived at the paramount, watching the flashing lights of the signs illuminate the now-darkening sky. The signs presented a production of The Nutcracker. Huh.
        She got out and let the cold air press against her face. She looked at the top of the building. The curtains closed on the 4th floor. Brooke shivered and quicken her step, yanked the door open, and thrust herself through. The banquet hall was empty and seemed sad. The lights were dimmed and covered the room in shadows. There was a plate of cookies sitting on a table and a note. Brooke took a cookie and read the note.
           Dearest Brooke,
Tonight you will be working the night shift at The Paramount. I have a few instructions for you on your shift. First of all, when it gets later, you need to check the top floors. Usually any bandits come through the attic. Suga