The first thing Lana noticed was that they weren't alone. A group of three men -- two older, one younger -- was clustered near a lit computer screen, talking animatedly.
The second was that the records archive smelled like her office -- full of files and bound journals, all neatly arrayed on shelves, some going slightly musty. It wasn't a good time to relax, but the crawling, nameless feeling that had been plaguing her nerves all night was dissipating. This was all still likely a trap, but it was a trap she knew what to do with, and that was something, at least. Plus, they weren't the only group here; there was safety in numbers.
She turned her flashlight up to illuminate her face, and waved. She'd seen all of them around, but she wasn't putting a name with any of the faces. Odd, that, but she'd given up cataloging how many things here were odd.
"There's a great deal of information here -- but I seem to recall someone saying something about the security systems." Her voice was a low murmur -- the others could probably make it out, if they cared to, but it was clearly intended for Ryuuzaki. It was also a vast understatement; she had the notes tucked in a pocket, including their cryptic password. "How good are you with computers?"
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The first thing Lana noticed was that they weren't alone. A group of three men -- two older, one younger -- was clustered near a lit computer screen, talking animatedly.
The second was that the records archive smelled like her office -- full of files and bound journals, all neatly arrayed on shelves, some going slightly musty. It wasn't a good time to relax, but the crawling, nameless feeling that had been plaguing her nerves all night was dissipating. This was all still likely a trap, but it was a trap she knew what to do with, and that was something, at least. Plus, they weren't the only group here; there was safety in numbers.
She turned her flashlight up to illuminate her face, and waved. She'd seen all of them around, but she wasn't putting a name with any of the faces. Odd, that, but she'd given up cataloging how many things here were odd.
"There's a great deal of information here -- but I seem to recall someone saying something about the security systems." Her voice was a low murmur -- the others could probably make it out, if they cared to, but it was clearly intended for Ryuuzaki. It was also a vast understatement; she had the notes tucked in a pocket, including their cryptic password. "How good are you with computers?"