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Post by The Dispatcher on Feb 27, 2004 4:14:13 GMT -5
Crimson nods, and the two men make their way through the gloom back towards where the elevator and three other people are...
Roanoke and Hollowpoint see the two other members approach. Roanoke gives his counterpart Crimson a nod as they make eye contact.
Yankowski adjusts his glasses and says, " R-right, well now that you two are here, we can get going up to see Hadley's trailer." He pauses, then "O-or what's left of it r-rather." He makes his way to the closed elevator doors, and presses the CALL button.
"R-roanoke? You and Hollowpoint might as well ride up with Crimson, Apollo, and myself." He sticks his hands in his pockets. "Doctor Everett's facilities are located one more floor up from where we're going." He motions towards Crimson and Apollo's direction with his chin.
"O-one more thing... are you certain Bluemojo will be able to find his way? Wasn't there something wrong with your PDA's maps? Or is that fixed now?"
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Post by bluemojo on Feb 28, 2004 2:07:47 GMT -5
"It's all right, I'm not lost." Mojo appears out of the gloom behind Crimson and Yankowski. "Yet." He steps out into the light of the elevator alcove. He wears the stark black Nibelung uniform, and the khaki messenger bag is still slung over his shoulder, oddly out of place. He blinks in the light.
"Sorry I'm late ... uh ... Looks like everyone's here." his squint sweeps slowly over the assembled group. He pauses. "Almost everyone. Where's Halo?"
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Post by Roanoke on Feb 28, 2004 6:05:06 GMT -5
Roanoke's penetrating eyes take in the disheveled Bluemojo. He pats Mojo on the shoulder and replies, "Damn, Deke, you look a little worse for wear. You sure you're alright?"
Roanoke ponders for a moment and then continues, "How 'bout I answer your question first, then you can answer mine? Halo is asserting her feminine wiles to try to cajole some info from Mr. Constantine, whose company, Constantine U.E.S., works together with Nibelung developing robotics technologies. I'd say she's gallivanting, but she seems to have her head on pretty straight. She is proving her value to the team."
As Roanoke utters this final sentence, he has a look and a sound about him of satisfied reverence.#nosmileys#nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by Crimson on Feb 29, 2004 1:40:31 GMT -5
Crimson waits quietly for the elevator to arrive and reaches in his duster to make sure everything is secure.
"So i take it Halo won't be joining or little field trip" He says in cold sarcastic tone. "Figures"
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Post by bluemojo on Feb 29, 2004 2:57:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, fine," he sighs, stretching and straightening. "A cup of coffee and I'll be good as new.
"Mister Constantine U.E.S., huh ?" He nods to Roanoke. "She doesn't waste any time. Nice ..."
During the wait for the elevator, Bluemojo quietly picks his PDA halfway out of his bag with one hand, taps on it for a bit with his thumb, pauses, drops the PDA back in.
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 1, 2004 14:48:49 GMT -5
Finally, you the men standing near the elevator hear it's motors again engage-- the sound growing louder.
Yankowski mutters something to himself, and takes up position near the doors, awaiting their opening.
"Okay, Gentlemen." He says turning to look at the assembled group. "C-crimson, Apollo, and myself will be going to the trailer. The rest of you are heading to the medical center to view a secondary autopsy." He pauses, but this time he clearly has his shit together. You can almost beleive that he really is the Admin of "The Lair".
"Bluemojo, Roanoke, and Hollowpoint-- will you need directions to find where you are heading?"
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Post by Roanoke on Mar 1, 2004 18:14:40 GMT -5
Roanoke mulls over Yankowski's query for a moment before responding, "It might not be a bad idea to get written or verbal directions, at least until we're a little more familiar with our surroundings. In a facility such as this..." Roanoke pauses briefly while he fishes his hand around inside an inner pocket in his trench coat, producing his PDA, then continues, "...you never can tell whether or not these damned things will work." It is clear from the look of ambivalence on Roanoke's face that he doesn't always like relying on technology in a tight spot. "The only surefire thing that technology can be relied upon is for failing at a time when it is most needed," he states matter-of-factly.
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 1, 2004 23:59:48 GMT -5
The elevator shudders to an abrupt halt. The sound of heavy clamps locking down, and released air are heard from outside of the car. Two sets of doors open.
Gregory Yankowski steps in and moves to the control panel.
"Step in. I-I'll tell you on the way up." He says.
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 3, 2004 2:23:47 GMT -5
Following Yankowski's lead Hollowpoint, Roanoke, and Bluemojo step between the dual doors, and onto the grated elevator floor. Apollo and Crimson step in last.
The dual doors close, and with the press of a button and the with the wrrrr of machinery the lift begins to rise up into the darkness.
"W-we," Yankowski motions to himself, Crimson and Apollo with a circular motion with his finger, "will be getting off at the next level. It's the second of the two levels that are mainly set aside for the residential trailers. You three," He says motioning to Bluemojo, Roanoke, and Hollowpoint, "will ride the lift up two more floors to level FIVE. Once you get there, exit and head due west at the end of the elevator hall. This will lead you to a door set into a concrete block wall. It is marked with 'Medical Unit'."
The elevator continues it's accent.
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Post by Crimson on Mar 3, 2004 2:31:40 GMT -5
Crimson stands against the back wall of the elevator and looks over at Yankowski "Has anyone else done a full sweep of the crime scene or are we going to be the first?"
"Hey Mojo mind if i get my lighter back if ya still got it?"
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 3, 2004 17:30:58 GMT -5
"Y-you folks have first crack." Yankowski offers. "A-actually, you are the only ones qualified to take an in depth look. The trailer has been locked down... well, as locked down as we can get it." He leans up against his corner of the elevator and looks back at the assembled group. "We managed to put the fire out, but most of the trailert is burned. Dr. Hadley's body was removed and placed in cold storage up in the medical unit. I put a deadbolt lock on the door, just in case there was any sort of problems before you arrived."
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Post by Roanoke on Mar 4, 2004 5:45:40 GMT -5
A fleeting smirk slowly dissipates from Roanoke's face and is replaced by a look of disbelief. He turns his gaze upon Yankowski and inquires, "You mean to tell us, that until we got here, there was no one on-site trained to do forensic evidence gathering? I would think that that'd be standard fanfare at a facility such as this."
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 4, 2004 12:37:14 GMT -5
Yankowski looks at Roanoke. "W-we may have alot of the comforts of outside life here-- but we aren't a city. If there is a problem that arises, that we can't handle ourselves, we call The Office. They send us you." He states in a matter-of-fact tone.
The elevator begins to slow in it's accent.
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Post by Roanoke on Mar 7, 2004 15:40:20 GMT -5
Roanoke feels the familiar tug from gravity as the elevator's accent begins to decelerate. He eyes Yankowski with a look of mild aggravation and replies, "Well, then, I guess it's lucky for you that there are people like us to get the job done, otherwise you'd be sucked into the rapids with no life vest to save you."
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 7, 2004 16:47:07 GMT -5
"Believe me," Yankowski says, removing his eyeglasses and wiping them with a small rag he produced from his pocket. "A-after this is over, I'll be petitioning my higher-ups in Nebelung for that exact solution."
He places his glasses back on his face. "T-the fact that we need your group here in the first place is... quite sad, really. I wish this didn't ever have to happen." He looks sad as he says this.
The elevator comes to an abrupt halt. The sound of heavy clamps locking down, and released air are heard from outside of the car.
"Okay Apollo, Crimson? This is our stop--" Then to Roanoke, Hollowpoint, and Bluemojo. "One more level up. You have the directions, but if you get lost, ask someone for directions."
The outer door slides open, giving you a view of machine-mined hall. Rough but flat walls and cieling. All at 90 degree angles to each other. The ceiling low, only about seven feet from the grated floor to the stone ceiling.
The inner gate begins to open, and Yankowski steps out onto the grated floor of this level. He turns, awaiting the other two men.
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