It's a short walk to Fawkes's position around the building, and Voodoo runs a hand over the hinges, every last one red with rust.
"You weren't kidding. These things haven't been oiled in centuries. Well," he says, digging the picks out of his rig, "time to meet our gunshy stalker."
It's child's play to pick the lock, and the hinges screech as he opens the door.
It gets dark after a few feet in here - there's not much in the way of windows. There's the same organic smell from before, along with what he guesses is a motor pool's worth of meticulously disassembled vehicles.
"Damn but I need some kinda light- hello?" he says into the darkness as he steps inside, checking his corners out of habit. "We're coming in, dude. Same deal as before, okay? Don't try any funny stuff and you ain't gonna get hurt."
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Date: 2015-05-27 12:57 am (UTC)It's a short walk to Fawkes's position around the building, and Voodoo runs a hand over the hinges, every last one red with rust.
"You weren't kidding. These things haven't been oiled in centuries. Well," he says, digging the picks out of his rig, "time to meet our gunshy stalker."
It's child's play to pick the lock, and the hinges screech as he opens the door.
It gets dark after a few feet in here - there's not much in the way of windows. There's the same organic smell from before, along with what he guesses is a motor pool's worth of meticulously disassembled vehicles.
"Damn but I need some kinda light- hello?" he says into the darkness as he steps inside, checking his corners out of habit. "We're coming in, dude. Same deal as before, okay? Don't try any funny stuff and you ain't gonna get hurt."