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Comrade Tassadar
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GOD MOD:
God begins to exercise.
RESULT: Winds begin to blow a lot harder.
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Googlie
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Commanding Officer, CRYPTEIA
Apr 1999 time: 21:31
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Googlie nods
"Well, I can easily disable the infrared camera, I think, or blind it at least for a while."
*** Reaches down and grabs a handful of snow, compacting it into a ball, then stands up and throws it at the glass frontage of the camera, missing high ***
"Rats - I never was much good as an outfielder - preferred the slips, really. But let's try again"
*** Packs another snowball, and watches its parabola as it sails just to the right, caught by a sudden gust of wind ***
"By Tass' s breath, this is hard work" mutters Googlie, compacting yet another snowball.
This time the allowance for gravity, and the wind, works and with a satisfying splatter the snowball busrts on the glass, neatly obscuring the camera lens from the action on the ground below.
"So lets move the crates about half-way towards the door, and we'll maybe get a clear run at yon window as well"
With much huffing and grunting the team move the crates towards the door, and in doing so find a succession of smaller, still empty. crates inside the big one.
Googlie looks at Mr X and at Vev, and answers HongHu's unspoken question:
"I'm sure that Mr X will find something useful to do with these smaller boxes - at least they'll keep the xenodoughnuts dry if nothing else"
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Googlie
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Commanding Officer, CRYPTEIA
Apr 1999 time: 21:31
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"Hmmm, Mr X. I can pick the electronic lock on the main door, but that's prolly risky. The better bet would be to get the team in through the window over there while the camera is blacked out.
"Plus it's freezing here and that wind has picked up - it will muffle any noise we make getting the window open.
"But it may be security wired, so I'll need to short it to deactivate the alarm. They'll get a malfunction message and will eventually send someone to investigate, so the opportunity tio gain access will be short. We'll need Vev to be the first one through to pick off any investigators that get sent to see what's up.
"I'll instruct the rookie how to apply the short, and then we can hoist her up to work the magic. She's the lightest among us, so it should be easy."
The Probe Team Leader nods assent.
Googlie shuffles over to HongHu and pulls out the packet of Q-tips. and opens his toolkit. Snapping the head off two, he pulls out the thin silksteel filament wire, and fashions a rudimentary circuit-breaker.
"Mr X - I need to borrow the Xenodoughnut instagenerator for a sec"
Mr X passes it over. Googlie pries it open and extracts the tiny fission pack, and carefully attaches the ends of the filaments.
"Now, HongHu - we'll hoist you up to that window - or if you have grappling gear, so much the better. Attach these two live ends either side of the catch you can see at the top of the window frame, and the circuit will break. Smash the window in, and then help Vev get up and into the complex."
HongHu nods, and says: .........................................
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Vander
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Privateering in Idaho
May 2003 time: 22:31
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*Mistake. Delete me/ disregard me*
Last edited by Vander on 31-10-2003 at 01:42
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Jamski
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lol ED&D is officially full PvP LOL
May 2002 time: 05:31
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The door is a pretty ordinary door. A sing on it reads :
"Technicians Entrance - Check all keys with the clerk"
As Agent Vev leans gently on the door it swings slowly inward and open. Luckily the room on the other side is empty. *phew* It would have been pretty hard to explain what you were doing out there in the snow.
The room is basically a cube, and seems to be a changingroom/store/office/utility... well, you know, a kind of back room that gets used for whatever needs doing that is a bit messy. Old boots, broken tools and newspapers litter the floor, and on the desk in the far left corner is an antique pushbutton telephone and a world-beating collection of moldy styrofoam coffee cups. The room has a strong odor of decay. On the far wall is a grim-covered window, and this looks over a small courtyard filled with more junk, parts of machines etc. On your left is a very strong looking door with :
Authorised Personel Only
written on it. Behind the door on the other wall, to your right, you can hear the sound of music playing on a radio. In the distance someone is hitting metal with a hammer. The other doors are closed.
You'd better get in out the cold, and see what kind of "back door" this has turned out to be...
-Jam
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Jamski
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lol ED&D is officially full PvP LOL
May 2002 time: 05:31
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Its nice looking through people's private stuff, isn't it. The first locker seems not to have been used for years. A very aged pair of mens sports socks are the only occupants. The second contains mostly pornographic magazines. The third has a pretty dirty overall, with "Dave" on the breast pocket, a can of oil, and a photo of a middle aged woman, apparently called Sheila, according to the scribble on the back of the photo, and she is a "hot number" also. Hmmm...
The final locker is unlocked and contains tins of dog food. They appear to be old enough to date back to the Unity. There is a picture of a happy dog on each tin, and they are still being used, if the evidence of a tin-opener hanging on the inside of the locker door is anything to go by.
The music in the next room is turned down for a moment, and you hear a voice through the south wall,
"...better with the music down a bit eh?... ...what?... ...didn't know we HAD a camera... ...yeah... ...yeah... ....ok, come and look at it then... ...all evening I suppose... ...what's your name again? Need to tell security for... ...you get here?... ...that's a long name, I'd better write it down... ...ok... ...ok... ...yeah, its cold too... ...ok, seeya soon..."
The music is turned back up again. Its really poor.
-Jam
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Comrade Tassadar
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GOD MOD:
The wind continues to blow, and snow begins to fall more rapidly.
RESULT:
University power systems are beginning to malfunction.
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Vev
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I am so out of touch
Nov 2000 time: 15:31
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"Excuse me Mr X," Vev retrieved the overalls from the locker and puts on the technician clothing. Vev then searches the pockets for anything useful. Vev then replaced "Dave" on the nametag with "Tom". Oh yeah the pistol is within easy reach underneath the overalls.
"How about this, I walk in a nd say to the counter that I have to fix a glitchy air conditioning system due to the extreme cold weather. At the maintenance panel I short the power grid so that the door security system will reset making it easier to open? This is after we find a plan of this building which should be in the council archives."
Last edited by Vev on 03-11-2003 at 04:26
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