Finny, Hase and myself, the briefcase thing. Let's do this back tracing so we can report it like this guy!
The difficulty with basement levels was that if the airflow was stifled in the least, the entire floor began to get an overly dusty odor and layer that slowly built up. That would not do when the workers on the floor were trying to put together technical masterpieces to assist the corporation, as even the smallest spec of dust could screw up an intricate circuit board. Lanky and overreaching, Colin Healy was leaning over a safety rail to swat at a grate that was supposed to return air from this room and allow for proper circulation. Why the hell the architect wanted to put something so crucial in a top corner of the room screamed at the ineptitude of whoever it was.
Unable to reach it the Irishman finally had enough of physically trying to get things going. Within a minute he had covered every open project his team had going, to some open protest, with simple sheets. Next he reached over to environmental controls and commanded the fans to go into overdrive on both the input and the output. Columns of dust shot down from the ceiling directly onto some of the sheets that protected the electronics before pillowing out into the air and being slowly sucked away into the intake... fans? Oh, so there was a single intake fan behind one of their unused server racks, if the flow of dust was to be trusted.
“Don’t worry, that should clear up soon enough!” he shouted to the other IT people over the fans that were sounding more like jet engines now, “Just give it a few minutes and they’ll shut down before they burn out. I’ll leave the clean up in your capable hands guys!”
Coughing as he quickly exited and closed the door behind him, Colin was alerted to a familiar face coming quickly down the elevator. Standing uneasily by the doors he waited for the fiery redhead to exit the elevator only to be surprised when she was accompanied by two unfamiliar people. In his usual smart ass way he asked, “Have you come to slap me for something I may or may not have done and will not confirm or deny until you tell me what you think I’ve done?”
“Later, and you know you’ve deserved it,” Ayako grinned curtly before gesturing to Hotate, who was carrying the case, “We have a toy for you to tinker with. There was a signal coming to it a few minutes ago and we need to find out who was broadcasting and from were.”
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