[Crossbow]

"Now that could help a lot, let's find some badges."

Also, aside to CodeMonkey where it won't get picked up on the comm, "Keep the channel open, and if you can, keep him from making anymore calls."

[Sentinemodo]

I already did that previously. As we move around the building the link loose connection, the signal is too weak. And I set the link to block the outside connection, which wasn't enough last time. Don't ask me how - must be magic.

Code was visibly irritated and his tail moved. We done here? Or you plan  to spend here another 20 years?

[inca1980]

Machete starts scanning in every direction, his cat-eyes narrowing. 

"Badges?  Badges?....guess  I'm gonna start scoping for more of those stinkin' badges."

[Crossbow]

( OOC: How did I know you would do that joke?   )

"Yeah we can get movin', just trying to keep out backs covered."

[Sentinemodo]

Code was walking around in circles, doing his own kind of magic. Inspecting the badge under all possible angles, prying the thing to open, even smelling. In another circle, instead of his Mark I visual detector (also known as eyes) he applied radio wave detector from his commlink. In another circle he went back to the door and surprisingly a bot in antoher room chirped in acknowledgement.

His tail twitched reaching up a conclusion.

Chemical or biochemical passkey. There is an organic or chemical transceiver, that gets powered on upon receiving the querying signal from the detector, then it is sending out a response phrase on several frequencies, that ... blah blah blah fluorescense blah blah blah frequencies blah blah blah patterns of signal decaying blah blah blah ... I can copy it with a commlink, but it'll take time. One of us should be safe walking around with this looking for more badges. Machete?

[Xzylvador]

"Ehm, how long, exactly do you think it will take? I don't know about you guys, but this place gives me the creeps even at day, I don't think it will get much better at night."

[Sentinemodo]

No more than an hour I think. Doesn't matter though. We won't be out by day anyway.

[Crossbow]

"You want creepy and dark?  Try the secondaries running under Harlem, ain't doin' that again."  *shudder*

[inca1980]

"I'm on it."

Machete continues circling around for more badges.

[Kontact]

Machete paced the hallway of the 105th.  Aside from the wall he had blown up, each of the doors was still locked down and electrified.  There didn't seem to be any more shots fired through doors, however the card didn't seem to open any of the other offices.  The conference room in the center was open and empty, aside from the large table.

[Kontact]

Moving down one office, Machete came to a door labeled E. Vance.  He nodded his head at Digger and motioned to it with his thumb as he held the security badge in front.  Digger moved to the door, planted his feet,  raised his axe high and brought it down into the door, right by the lock.  Machete reflexively flinched his hand back as the dwarf swung.  The wood first cracked in with the axe's blow, then exploded outward as another shotgun blast tore the lock and knob right off.  Digger dropped back and flexed his knees as he tried to dip below the shot, and he just made it, the slug tearing a rent through the cloth of his overshirt.  The involuntary flinch noted, machete moved the security badge back in front of the door and tried to steady his breathing.  These gas masks were getting to be sticky with the cold sweat of constant stress.  The door was slowly creaking open, and no further shots had been fired.

[inca1980]

"La chingada!!!  Watch it there buddy!" he exclaims to digger as sub-vocally as possible through his gas-mask.  He places the necklace of the badge on the end of his shotgun and keeps his distance from it behind cover as he pokes it through the doorway seeing if there's another volley of shotgun fire. 

[Kontact]

"Mr. Vance is not receiving visitors today."
The robot has yet to fire again.
"There are no weapons allowed on this floor, Mr. Pelletier.  You will need to place your weapon down and remain still until security arrives."

[inca1980]

Machete pulls back his shotgun with the badge on it.  He yells out from behind the cover of the doorway:

"Mr. Vance is dead.  The chain of authorization has fallen to me.  Look through your contingency protocols."

[Kontact]

"Incorrect.  There is no record of-"
The ancient robot's speech cut off suddenly.
"Oh, you won't fool them like that.  They're far too simple to fool, and you're just a terrible, terrible liar.  I thought your friend Rat was a poor liar, but you make him look like a 2000 nuyen an hour attorney.  In case you are confused by the nomenclature, I mean 'Code' the monkey man.  He told me that his name was Rat when we met, and I find it more suitable to his character."