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MRS Morey - PBF
Xander Morhaime:
Finding the manager's office was a simple enough task. In fact, with the corridor you were in heading directly to the center of the tower with no twists or turns, it was well in view in no time at all. It wasn't anything fancy, admittedly - a simple booth tucked in between the six elevator shafts on either side of it, with stairwells behind it leading up and down. The front of the office had a big, clear window with a small port for exchanging items at the bottom, as well as a mic/speaker at about face-level. The lights inside the office were off, but with the light from the central chamber filtering in, you could make out two desks, one with a computer terminal sitting on it, as well as a bunch of file lockers, a water cooler and a vending machine. To the right of the window was a simple sliding door with a panel next to it.
There was just the one catch. The door panel looked like a security card reader.
Gargulec:
Shioban sighed, kicked the door, sighed again, and then crouched next to the panel, placing her toolkit on her side.
'I once had some experience with electronics, so maybe I will be able to open' she muttered. 'And, really, I was never very good at it, so please, watch my back and do not disturb.'
Silhar:
"Oh yeah. This is why you took a nap while I was messing around with the generator, aye ?", sighed Vince, silently, barely to be heard.
Then, he raised his shotgun and took a look around, covering Shioban.
Xander Morhaime:
Although opening the door panel was a slightly difficult task if one wanted to do it without messing up the components inside, it went along smoothly and within a few minutes Shioban could get down to work. It took the better part of an hour in trial and error, but eventually she managed to find the right wires and sockets, convince the panel that it had received the appropriate clearance, and cause the door to open with a faint hiss.
The office was now open.
Gargulec:
Shioban packed the toolkit, and put it on her back again. She looked very, that is very smug.
'Hah... Like in Belfast, seven years ago' she muttered.
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