[center][h1][color=purple]Rocker Warehouse[/color][/h1][/center]
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An average room that looked as though someone had tried to make it into an office, it had a desk with a laptop at it, unmistakably manned by Shatterpoint, easily recognizable by his stone armor, the goggles that covered his eyes staring at three familiar faces across from him. The desk had few papers scattered across it and they were a few file cabinets behind it, likely containing more of the same. If Wisp was to examine them she'd see that were for the most part architectural drawings of various structures. [color=red]"And?"[/color] A voice that was somewhat angry but sounded more resigned was clearly audible from Wisp's location. [b]"Well she said that she'd consider it and contact boss if she wanted to make a deal."[/b] A short sigh from the first voice. [color=red]"Fine. Leave."[/color] The crew of people that bothered her earlier hastily made their way out of the room and down the stairs, obviously enough that Wisp could likely simply put her back to the wall and avoid them.

Shatterpoint mumbled something to himself too quiet to hear and leaned back in his chair for a moment before returning to his computer. If Wisp peeked at what he was doing she'd see him composing a message to Ceramix, informing him of the updated situation regarding her. He was alone now so if she wanted to do anything now would likely be her best chance, though there was the off-chance that he might leave the room and give her free access to the laptop, of course that might not even help her as she had no idea what was on it. Ceramix might have a lot of cred due to his management skills, but Shatterpoint was in no small way the reason the Rockers were remotely a threat to anyone, it stood to reason he might be prepared for something like this.