The programmer nods, pleased with the suggestion, and inputs the question. In a moment the holotank lights up, displaying a map with red blips showing the locations where raids have taken place. The blips form a circle around the building you are in.
"This is suspicious," you exclaim. "If all the attacks center around here and the alarms are never set off, it must be an inside job."
Suddenly there is a soft pop and the chief and programmer are surrounded by a cloud of gas. They gasp in surprise and fall unconscious. Looking up you find yourself surrounded by the technicians, who have drawn their laser pistols. "Clever deductions," clicks the Vrusk. "Too bad you found out."