[center][h3]A Community Warehouse - PRT on the Offensive! [/H3]
[@solokolos][/center][Img]Ink=yellow, Protean = Darkgreen[/img]
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Inkscape surveyed the surrounding warehouse, from the boxes of illegal materials, mostly drugs and guns from what he'd seen so far, to the walkways. The entrance had been smooth, but Intel suggested much more resistance further in.

Behind him was a splash of color, deep dark colors from the boxes and guards' outfits outside. It seemed like it had been recently painted and rain had ran the colors into the building's interior where he had removed the guards just inside.

So far, so quiet.

[Color=yellow]"Keep an eye open for any known Parahumans. Troll is known to frequent this facility,"[/color] he said quietly. Their mission was simple. While the Wards were out raiding a relatively unguarded warehouse, the Protectorate were to raid one of the larger storage facilities while the Community was busy. Hit then in multiple places where they could feel the effect, and gain any Intel they could find. Make some arrests. Push.

[Color=darkgreen]"I like having you around, Hermes. It's like watching an interactive movie,"[/color] Protean spoke to, his form a mix between an eagle, a lion, and a snake. He made a fairly impressive gryphon.

[Color=yellow]"Hermes, stick close. We're going to briefly split up to enter the adminstrative offices. I want you with Protean, understand?"[/color]
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The next administrative offices had two separate entrance, one set of double doors on each side of the walled off area. The area covered nearly half of the warehouse floor, seemingly a place for meetings or exchanges of the illegal goods staged here.

Inside was a short hallway that opened into a conference room, which was filled with nigh on twenty guards taking a 'much needed break' from the dull night.

From Inkscape's entrance was a similar hallway, flanked with doors into like offices.

A slight melody could be heard over the speakers, almost like elevator music...