[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Morlock Tunnels
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[i][color=mediumspringgreen]“This is exactly why I don’t like it! I again chose not to say anything and just move past the moment and yet here we are.”[/color][/i] He grumbled internally, now fully hoping she would hear him, and then turned his attention to where Erg wandered off. [color=mediumspringgreen] “One last thing, Erg. I have to do more rolling black outs to patch your stuff up.”[/color]

[color=Mediumspringgreen]“Oh, uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know?”[/color] James returned his attention to Casper. His dad’s what? James sent him a quizzical look but decided not to press something that made him clearly uncomfortable but returned Casper’s grin when he accepted his coffee date. A handsome guy, coffee, and a mental break from everything was definitely something to look forward to. [color=Mediumspringgreen]“Sound perfect then. You’re heading back with your brother after this? Got a plan in mind or just going to see how things go?”[/color] He thought for a second and turned to Max.

[color=mediumspringgreen] “Yeah, let’s get this worked out. We’ve got to kill the old one, detach the wiring, climb around all the wiring, patch it up with what we got, and then hook up the new generator. Then we kill the other one, patch up the wiring, and fire it back up.”[/color] James explained before turning to Casper once more.[color=mediumspringgreen] “Wouldn’t mind another hand if you could spare it? God knows there is probably more wrong with this that I thought, especially those higher wires that are going to be a pain.”[/color] James set to work quickly though, used to the work. Stripping and fixing wires was a cinch and the old system slowly gave way to a variety of caps and connections. The Mordocks wouldn’t have to worry about most of their stuff for a while. James still eyed that other generator warily, not particularly pleased with its condition but shrugged. They couldn't get the other one so no point worrying about it now.
    
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[center][h1][b][i][color=F2C31A]Requiem[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=F2C31A][b]Location[/b][/color]: Frost International HQ
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[color=F2C31A]“It has been, Ms. Frost, but not just today it seems.”[/color] Requiem responded almost absently, already moving into the room to inspect it. He refrained from rolling his eyes at Jinx’s antics. This wasn’t playtime but he decided to ignore the man-child in favor of the job. He found the scuff marks odd. A damaged floor was one thing but damaging expensive equipment was another. He noted the additional rooms and their purpose as he made his way slowly around the room. 

[color=F2C31A]“If I may Ms. Frost, what is the primary purpose of this floor?[/color]

He took a moment to look over Frost. As calm as she was, the anger was still visible just beneath the surface. It was almost worrying if he hadn’t been sure it wasn’t directed at them. One blessing at least. 

The anxiety bubbled under his skin. It wasn’t as horrible as it could be, more of an itch he knew he could never scratch but his fingers twitched towards the scarring anyways. Only one way out of a room however deep beneath street level and someone controlled in entirely. Requiem paused in the room and let his hand rub comfortingly over the rings he wore. 

[color=F2C31A]“And what kind of security do you employ? Standard access limiters of course but anything else, technological or otherwise?”[/color] Requiem asked politely.