[right][h3]Creep[/h3]Sheila Hopkins

[i]Outside Rockers HQ[/i][/right]

Creep’s phone-screen lit up, telling her she had gotten a text-message. The man introduced himself as Barry Reeves, but all that basically went out of her head when she switched to looking at her messages and read the text. Red, 2. The number was from a Rocker that was currently inside the headquarter.

It really could only mean one thing. Red, the alarm level. 2, was a bit more vague to its meaning but the most reasonable was that there were two infiltrators. No time to lose. She terminated the call immediately and then wrote a message to send to all members of the Rockers in Denver. She’d have a number primed so she could send the same message to everyone.

[@BCTheEntity][@solokolos][@LemonZest1337][@Spiffy]

[i]We have visitors. Don’t know how long they’re planning on staying, but I could use some help if you think you have the time. Let me know?[/i]

A bunch of codewords. “Visitors” mean enemies at the HQ. “Don’t know how long they’re planning on staying” means takeover. “Help” means red alert. “If you think you have the time” means we’re probably losing, and that those who don’t feel confident should stay away from the HQ, those still inside should evacuate. “Let me know” means contact the leader directly if you wish to help or if you have more information, and if so they could get more information in turn.

Having sent the message to all Rockers, Creep staggered back from the building. She WANTED to run inside, to gauge the damage, to scout out the enemies and ascertain the situation. However… “The Rockers seem to have acquired a Stranger”, were Patriarch’s words. This was an attack on the Rockers, and they knew of the Stranger. They’d send someone who could deal with Strangers. For this reason, Creep took cover around a corner, invisible, waiting for more information while hoping to see Rockers evacuating…

[@Spiffy]

It sounded like Creep was listening to what he said… and then she suddenly hung up.

Moments later there was a text message received in the phone he was holding, and one in the phone which the more tired-looking receptionist held. The two Rockers looked at the phone, while perhaps Swarm looked at the same message. A moment later the receptionist looked just a bit pale and then turned to him while reaching forward to take back the phone.

[color=coral]’I’m sorry, but something seems to have come up, we’ll come back to you when we can. I suggest you leave the building, because, er, we are. Have a good day.’[/color]

With that the two Rockers stood up and left for the front door to exit.