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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Paragon City Police Precinct - Outside[/i][/color][/CENTER]

Keyrs' eyes shifted from the display to the direction of the alleyway exit/entry point. She raised her brows with the advantage that afforded her - assuming that wasn't a fire escape armed with an alarm. Though that could work to her advantage, too.

Bringing her hand up to her visor and making a pinch-and-drag motion, she shifted the live camera feed to a corner of her view. Making the same motion with her other hand on the other side, she likewise minimized the blueprint. Somehow this took her back to her days playing TERMINUS - though she didn't intend to play this mission like a first person shooter. More like that spy game she could never remember the name of, just that it was made by Sky-Phenome Seven.

Flexing her fingers together in a forward stretch like a 'let's do this' prep motion, Keyrs proceeded to walk towards the rear access point like she owned the place.


Just outside the door, she spoke another command to her tech: "[color=#BF40BF]Execute Vitals Scan.[/color]"

A smile crossed her face at the results: one officer who hadn't been as diligent with sleep as with their duties, and another with a bad leg; war injury.

[i]'Thank you for serving the country,'[/i] Keyrs thought, before getting down to business - removing her helmet and gloves [i]-stashing the latter in the former-[/i] before opening the door [i]-with a little "tsk" at having to grab it with her bare hand--who knows what else has touched it?-[/i] and heading in.

[center][color=lightgray][i]Location: Paragon City Police Precinct - Inside[/i][/color][/CENTER]

The tired guard was first in her way, so Keyrs stood before them with her best authoritative stance, and stated likewise: "[color=#BF40BF]Evidence I'm taking to interrogation.[/color]" She indicated her removed helmet and gloves. She certainly wasn't dressed like an [i]officer[/i], but [i]detectives[/i] had more freedom of dress --she was lacking a badge of course, but for all this officer knew it was clipped to her pants, presently obscured by her "evidence" held at her waist-- this was her ploy. She'd watched enough procedurals to be able to see [i]herself[/i] as one. [i]See the thing. Be the thing.[/i]

Mind over matter proved true - Keyrs being given the nod to proceed, though she was certain the officer's eyes followed her as she did so; sluggish grey cells working after-the-fact to actually place the face they'd just given the go ahead to.

Striding on, Keyrs slipped her hand into one of her gloves while keeping it in the helmet, holding onto her other glove, so she could quickly get enough of her gear back on if things went sideways. "[color=#BF40BF]Leg bothering much today, Robin?[/color]" she asked in that 'how are you' way when you're not really looking to hold a conversation, as she power walked by the war vet. Yes, the utterance drew attention to herself, but the familiarity with which she spoke could shift the risk in her favour, leaving the officer to second think with whom exactly they'd just had an exchange while Keyrs continued on her way.

If not, she already had a Plan 2 in mind.

[hider=Roll Request(s)][b][i]If[/i][/b] the other officer catches on that she shouldn't be here, Roll for using wrist discs to break open a few cells, creating distraction with the freeing of the prisoners.[/hider]