[h2][color=forestgreen]Acheri Solomon[/color][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Amaranth] [@Silvan Haven] [@Plank Sinatra]

[color=forestgreen]"Yeah, kid. We'll see what the others think."[/color]

Acheri barely had time to acknowledge what Justin said before he hung up, but she wasn't offended. If they were on a mission he only had time to relay the basics. She pocketed the phone again, focusing instead on leading Nee to the entrance and keeping an eye on her at the same time. The security system was pretty well hidden, the keypad tucked away inside what looked like a long disused electrical box. She kept her body between Nee and a view of the pad, though, there wasn't any sense in letting her see what the system looked like [i]or[/i] what the password was. Not yet.

She didn't get to pick the passwords, but she couldn't help  but roll her eyes a little as she punched in "dolphin157" and stepped over to the door. It swung open without too much difficulty now that the lock was disengaged, and she gestured for Nee to step in quickly so she could close the door behind them both.

As always, she checked the wards once she was inside. It had been a pretty long process to set them up. With the exception of her apartment they were the most resilient defenses she had ever set up, designed to reinforce the walls and entrances of their base. None of the others could see them, but to her they showed up as faintly shimmering planes across the exterior walls. The reservoirs inside them were [i]massive[/i]. It had taken weeks to set them all up, and she still topped off the energy in them when she could. The security system was excellent, but if someone physically came after them... Acheri wanted some protection.

She didn't say anything to her new recruit just yet, instead taking a quick look at the map, but refocused her attention pretty quickly.

[color=forestgreen]"Please stick with me, don't go exploring 'til we can talk to everyone else."[/color] She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and dropped her coat, revealing the more combat-oriented garb beneath. Durable boots, dark jeans held up by a utility belt that held her tools, and a long sleeve black shirt. She was planning to add a kevlar vest, but she still needed to talk to Justin about getting one. Her leather gloves she set aside on the table, since she didn't need to worry about leaving fingerprints [i]here[/i]. [color=forestgreen]"The others should be back before too long, but Guardian said they were working. Until they are we should just wait here. I can answer some questions, though, if you'd like."[/color]

She sank into a chair and sent out a quick response to her assistant, with the faintest of eye rolls.

[i]>Appreciate it. I'll slip you the cash at work.[/i]