"Alright, this way."
Norum walks through the foyer in to a hallway which stretches left to right. He turns left, walking halfway down the length of the hall, turns right into a stairwell, and begins walking up to the second floor. He then exits the stairwell, turning right, slowing down to read the dingy signs on the doors to his left... 219... 217... 215... "213. We're here."
Norum slams his fist repeatedly against the door, "Hey bitchface, open up the damn door!"
You hear a muffled distraught yell from the other side of the door.
Ryde also follows Norum down the hall, keeping a close eye behind them through reflective surfaces, or just by turning his head. Once they reach the door, Ryde is startled a little by Norum's loud knocking. He briefly looks to Norum before shifting his glance down the halls to see if there is anything unusual.
Ryde briefly zips down a section of his jacket, quickly shoving his hand in once its open. He then quickly grips the pistol and flicks the safety off. He then tucks his hand back out of his jacket, quickly zipping the jacket back up.
There's no one in this wing but the three of you.
After chiding Ryde, you bang the door again. You can make out the words "
forget, stop," from the other side.
Ryde nods to Norum, taking a quick few glances to the hallways to his side. He then quickly flicks the safety off his pistol.
You come within an ass hair of shooting yourself in the foot. Maybe it's better if you stop playing with your gun.
Dan opens the door, and the three of you are assaulted with a wave of smoke. Dan is a Anglo Saxon man of average height, wearing shirt with a heavily worn and bleached Vogelstamphen brand liquor decal. His hair is dirty reddish-blond, shoulder length, and unkempt. He has a goatee that hasn't been kept up in a couple weeks. The rest of his attire is worn and unsightly, including a cigarette burned bath robe and stained plad pajama bottoms. His socks are off white and have holes. The glimpse into his apartment reveals darkened cheap carpet, a stain and a hole in the wall, a bright overhead light without a cover, and a worn, torn, and stained reclining chair.
The man looks paranoid, and his eyes are red. He points to the group, his hand is twitchy, his nails are yellowed, and his finger tips are blackened with ash.
"Why the forget are you wearing that for? And who are these loving people?" he says, in a distraught voice.
He stares at Norum, looking for answers, glancing at Daniel and Ryde then returning his gaze to Norum.
Amanda inserts the drive, hoping there is still power in the mainframe.
Nothing happens. Nothing at all, and you stand in the room for thirty seconds in silence. Elena breaks the silence.
"
I'm seeing that apparently the RAT is working. Thanks a bunch!" She chirps in your ear.
