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Edited by Zone-tan:
1/3/2016 4:04:02 AM
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There's a bit of mechanical work inside the desk, surrounding a canister labeled [b]HalluciGen Projection Gas.[/b] It seems to be a few circuit boards, and a lift system for the canister.
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[b]He grabs it and clips the canister to his belt Could be useful He checks the locked door again and tries to look for a lock to pick or wire to fuse [/b]
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[spoiler]It's the size of a fire extinguisher. "Clipping it to your belt" is gonna be difficult.[/spoiler]The door has a keypad, but whoever locked up this cubicle was thorough about it— the screws are melted in place.
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[spoiler]Shit[/spoiler] [b]He sets down the canister, and marks it for retrieval later He scans the keycard reader [/b]
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[spoiler]No, keypad. Numbers, not cards.[/spoiler]It's just an ordinary keypad.
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[b]He enters a wrong passcode once, just to see a response [/b]
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The thing buzzes. [i]///Passcode invalid. Please enter a valid passcode.///[/i]
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[b]He looks around again to find a hint for a passcode [/b]
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The bottom left office has been checked, as well as the top right glass room with the hazmat suits. That only leaves the bottom right office.
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[b]He enters that area, and looks around, leaving no stone unturned [/b]
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There's a bed and footlocker against the left wall, with a shelf hung above it. Another desk is shoved against the upper right corner, and lockers line the right wall— eight in total.
