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[img]https://i.ibb.co/sPhkRcz/amy-snack-edit.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=BA68A6]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Rooftop --> Kitchen --> Training Room
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Bobbi finished her cigarette and dropped it to join the little pile of butts in an old coffee can.  She was sure to stab it out, she didn't want to burn down the building after all.  She gulped down the last of her coffee and dumped the one that had been for Andrew over the side of roof.  Into an alley below, not quite caring if it spilled onto someone.  Probably deserved it if they worked at Serval.

She went back down the stairs and into the warmth.  Her fingers stung as blood began to flow properly through them again.  In the kitchen she washed her mugs right away, taking care to clean up any mess she had left behind.  She very nearly fell into a cleaning trance again but snapped herself out of it.  She had wanted to fight and better herself, not clean.  She made her way toward the training facilities, hoping Wesley would be there.  She wasn't in the mood to hunt him down.


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[img]https://i.ibb.co/N7Zvbj3/hrithik-roshan-photoshoot-for-filmfare-magazine-january-2017-1.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=88AC85]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Library --> Ceiling
[b][color=88AC85]Skills: Enhanced Strength and Military Training[/color][/b] [hr][/center]

Wesley hissed with surprise as the woman appeared behind him.  Her voice caused him to spin around.  He was ready to sputter out some sort of statement that he had not been eaves dropping.  But she had caught him quite obviously and she left him no time to defend himself.  He tensed at her statement.  How was she planning on making him disappear when there were others who knew his whereabouts.  He frowned as the room started to shake.  Books fell from the shelves and knocked into him, bruising flesh.  Was it just him or was the room getting smaller?

He breathed in counts of three to calm the nerves which were unraveling.  Once he had found himself to be steady enough to handle the task at hand, he began to search the room.  He knocked on walls, looking for weak points and searched for vents through which his bulk might fit.  He even tried the door just in case but found it tightly locked.  The room was becoming less and less roomy.

He glanced up at the ceiling and could have smacked himself upside the head.  The ceiling was tiled.  He climbed a nearby bookcase.  At first he had trouble - perhaps his excitement causing him to misstep.  He slipped part way up, falling painfully onto his back.  He groaned as a book smashed into his face to seal the deal.  He rubbed his forehead before trying again.  With speed and more alacrity than he had shown before he managed to scale the bookcase.  Once atop, he moved the tile aside and lifted himself carefully into the ceiling.  With even greater care he moved, making his way toward the lab.


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Survival skill?  Navigation? Photographic memory? - Making his way to the lab through the ceiling.
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