Snippet #1254225

(Soren "Nightstalker" Hawkins, 1st District, Melody's Residence)

The masked man accepted the large sheaf of documents without comment on the somewhat-dated nature of the Piper's record-keeping. He himself, being an essentially paranoid soul who knew enough to recognize a potentially dangerous former employer when he saw one, had all his information backed up in a like fashion, in addition to keeping certain documents in that form alone. This was to say nothing of the security measures of his warehouse itself.

Leaning back in his chair, then, he divided his attention between what his prospective client was saying and the documents themselves. Burgundy eyes flicked faster than should be useful over what it would only be a slight exaggeration to call a ream of paper, filing the information away on the proper places within his highly-organized awareness. It certainly looked to be an interesting job; the building itself was far more secure than one would expect of a toy company, the first obvious clue that it was something other than what it professed to be.

It was rather brilliant, actually; there were two distinct layers of security. One, more visible and obvious, consisted of those things which a corporation of this size could be expected to afford and use: security cameras, guards, and even a few motion-detectors. Beneath this, however, was a schema that could probably only work for a technopath like the Machina himself. Soren, not for the first time, was glad of the technical knowledge he'd picked up over the course of learning to infiltrate increasingly-complex systems of protection. If he hadn't already been an experienced thief, he would have had absolutely no idea what he was looking at. As it was, that knowledge only served to make him appreciate it more. Not even the level one security guards would know the system was in place, and they could very well think themselves guarding a simple toy company.

If he was paranoid, Dr. Machina bordered on neurotic. Finishing with the last document, he looked up, glancing at the silent Ophelia and Crawford before making eye contact with the Piper.

"Two questions: who is the Archivist, and what, exactly, am I retrieving?" The name was one that felt familiar on his tongue, but he knew not why, which was a most unusual occurrence for him. This would have to be rectified immediately. The second question was even more pragmatic; Piper had mentioned a 'kit' but that could mean any number of things. He himself had several, but he doubted very much this one had anything to do with electronic signal disruption or lockpicking.