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[h2][color=C24641]Zak[/color][/h2]
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A metallic sound rattled out from the darkness as some frantic shifting around echoed through the hissing of steam and creaking of warped metal. The sounds accompanied the hasty entry of the eager Henry as he came suddenly barging in with all the subtlety of a decapitated chicken. There was little responce to his demands, other than some muffled grunts emenating from a line of utility closets ahead. The middle compartment shook briefly, as the door came slightly ajar. 

A few tense moments passed before the door finally swung open. Squirming out and wriggling across the dark concrete floor was a naked man. Chains, ropes, and a few random strings, were all knotted up and tied around the man, decorated with a few ribbons and a wad of balled up socks shoved into his mouth. All his clothes were stripped off and nowhere to be seen. Feebly thrashing around for several seconds on the ground at the point of Henry's rifle, the bound man began gesturing desperatly at the cieling just above the door, pointing with is nose.

Motion seized across the pipe ladent rafters as a series of chain reactions made up of improvised pully systems crafted out of a conglomeration of diassembled power tools triggered by the weight of the door swinging open eventually released a falling pile of jagged metal and broken pipes. The sounds of heavy crashing and resounding clangs shook the entirety of the boiler room as the heap of wreckage fell like an avalanche toward the gun toting Henry and the doorway. Even if it missed him, the debris was enough to block the door off, sealing anyone still inside away.

Meanwhile, uncomfortably adjusting the loose fitting uniform he was borrowing, Zak made his way down a random coridor. With his energy concieled to match that of a human, and now some clothes to match, he just needed a map and he would be set. Feigning a salute to a pair of soldiers who rushed by, Zak suddenly got the feeling his secret visit was no longer a secret. The alarms and sirens going off was probably a pretty good indicator of this. It didn't deter him from his goal however, whatever that was. A brief glance at a small peice of paper pinched between his fingers reminded him, or atleast gave him incentive. Turning another corner inconspicuously, the fiery haired angel, or human rather, dissappeared into an oncoming squad of jogging soldiers who dispersed hastily.


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