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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 5, 2008 17:24:15 GMT
upon landing I must once again make an assumption. You walk through the now splendidly arranged garden grounds, trying to follow a path marked out by pine trees to the front door, which is now covered with an inch of snow. You reach the door. I don't know.. Erm.. If your awareness skill is high enough you notice something round the corner or something. Ill leave that with you.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 5, 2008 17:26:59 GMT
I look over, taking care not to appear an over zealous dolt.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 5, 2008 17:45:10 GMT
you see a set of footprints which start in the general direction you came from and end by the glazed walls of the tower. The snow causes the prints to rapidly fade, the furthest were barely visible to begin with, the rest quickly vanish under the snow.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 5, 2008 17:46:47 GMT
I make a mental note as to where they were, and proceed inside.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 5, 2008 18:17:29 GMT
the door slides open with a mechanical hiss. You step into a newly furbished reception. There is only one desk, which is situated behind a bank style bullet proof glass wall,which is very elegantly engraved with a line and swirl pattern. The only way to the other side is a small gap in the walling which is filled by a metal detector and other equipment checking... Equipment.. Like a convayer belt which a guard sits by. Looking at one of the two screens. The football is on. you can clearly see the rest of the large glass,vaulted-ceilinged room, a man stands on the glass railed balcony,to the far side of the room, he looks down calls to a pair of men who are standing by a square fountain in the center of the room. They rush up the stairs, on the side of the balcony, their footsteaps echoing on the marble floor.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 6, 2008 12:51:02 GMT
I walk through, placing my pistol, keys and other such stuff a typical military dictator carries on his person on the convayer.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 6, 2008 21:53:25 GMT
the guard extends a large plastic tub, or you to place your things. He barely takes his eyes from his football match. Before you get the chance you are interrupted. By the receptionist. "please sir, I'm going to need for you to give me some identification before you can pass through."
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 6, 2008 22:10:23 GMT
I pull my wallet which has Driver's Licence, Passport and a few other cards of civil memberships.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 6, 2008 22:23:41 GMT
"thank you for your co operation,sir" the receptionist smiles. In an unnerving way manner, she slides a card through the small gap in the glass"heres your key,sir it will let you through any level one security door, you'll need it to get to the west wing, where you will be entertained and dine. you then hand your things over and step through the metal detector. You are greeted warmly by more guards on the other side, they then sit back down, presumably on duty, waiting for anyone who gets caught out by the metal detector.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 6, 2008 22:26:08 GMT
I retrieve my pistol, keys, phone and other such stuff and carry on to the west wing, via a toilet to relieve myself.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 6, 2008 22:33:55 GMT
you think your being given back your pistol?! lol. you are given back everything but your weapons. Obviously having been given some slack from bringing weapons into the tower in the first place, since you are a military dictator and are probably used to carrying weapons. i assume you go to the dining room. no one else is around. You wait. for 20 minutes. alarms begin to sound.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 6, 2008 22:37:40 GMT
I dash back and forcibly take my pistol back. When I said about the other stuff that a military dictatory carries? This includes that bag, but with the side pouches removed to make it less conspicuos and look more like a normal bag, carryable in one hand. (Which does mean the double endedness is gone, but that still don't mean there ain't a machinegun in thar!)
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 6, 2008 23:01:03 GMT
well when you arrive to reclaim your things you find the guards have vanished, including the one on the other end of the detector who took your things you can see the tub. The receptionist cowers behind her desk.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 6, 2008 23:02:19 GMT
"You!" I point at the receptionist. "What are my belongings!?"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 6, 2008 23:04:27 GMT
her cries and screams are unintelligible . She points to behind the guards monitors.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 6, 2008 23:08:38 GMT
I dash over to behind the guard moniters.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 7, 2008 13:08:04 GMT
you dont see your stuff. You do, however, see a safe, a locked one.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 7, 2008 13:33:32 GMT
I turn to the receptionist. "Get me the code to the safe!" I yell over.
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