***Hive Infiltration Game***

[Jamski]

Mission Control reminds the Probe Team that they must not be discovered.

-Jam

[Octavian X]

Really? I thought we were to properly announce our presence.. .

I still think the window's iffy...

Should we take the risk?

[Vev]

Vev casually inspects the door and sees nothing out of the ordinary. He then decides to push on the handle testing if it is locked.

[Jamski]

The door is a pretty ordinary door. A sing on it reads :

"Technicians Entrance - Check all keys with the clerk"

As Agent Vev leans gently on the door it swings slowly inward and open. Luckily the room on the other side is empty. *phew* It would have been pretty hard to explain what you were doing out there in the snow.

The room is basically a cube, and seems to be a changingroom/store/office/utility... well, you know, a kind of back room that gets used for whatever needs doing that is a bit messy. Old boots, broken tools and newspapers litter the floor, and on the desk in the far left corner is an antique pushbutton telephone and a world-beating collection of moldy styrofoam coffee cups. The room has a strong odor of decay. On the far wall is a grim-covered window, and this looks over a small courtyard filled with more junk, parts of machines etc. On your left is a very strong looking door with :

Authorised Personel Only

written on it. Behind the door on the other wall, to your right, you can hear the sound of music playing on a radio. In the distance someone is hitting metal with a hammer. The other doors are closed.

You'd better get in out the cold, and see what kind of "back door" this has turned out to be...

-Jam

[Jamski]

Latest map for you

-Jam

[Octavian X]

"Well, we definetly don't want to risk alarms on the armored door, or dection through the backdoor."

Mr. X notices the storage lookers next to the entrance, and starts to pick open the locks, one by one, to try to find something useful the staff might have in there...

[Jamski]

Its nice looking through people's private stuff, isn't it. The first locker seems not to have been used for years. A very aged pair of mens sports socks are the only occupants. The second contains mostly pornographic magazines. The third has a pretty dirty overall, with "Dave" on the breast pocket, a can of oil, and a photo of a middle aged woman, apparently called Sheila, according to the scribble on the back of the photo, and she is a "hot number" also. Hmmm...
The final locker is unlocked and contains tins of dog food. They appear to be old enough to date back to the Unity. There is a picture of a happy dog on each tin, and they are still being used, if the evidence of a tin-opener hanging on the inside of the locker door is anything to go by.

The music in the next room is turned down for a moment, and you hear a voice through the south wall,

"...better with the music down a bit eh?... ...what?... ...didn't know we HAD a camera... ...yeah... ...yeah... ....ok, come and look at it then... ...all evening I suppose... ...what's your name again? Need to tell security for... ...you get here?... ...that's a long name, I'd better write it down... ...ok... ...ok... ...yeah, its cold too... ...ok, seeya soon..."

The music is turned back up again. Its really poor.

-Jam

[Nubclear]

GOD MOD:
The wind continues to blow, and snow begins to fall more rapidly.
RESULT:
University power systems are beginning to malfunction.

[Jamski]

Hello?

Why is the probe team standing in a store room?
Get to it guys

-Jam

[Octavian X]

We'll get to it, when we're done with this magazine...

[Nubclear]

GOD MOD:
The record temperature cold has shut down many systems, including a "No Shut Down" system to guard from hackers.
RESULT:
The alarm is minutes away from going off.

[Jamski]

OK, its a GAY porn mag.

Finished now?

-Jam

[Vev]

"Excuse me Mr X," Vev retrieved the overalls from the locker and puts on the technician clothing. Vev then searches the pockets for anything useful. Vev then replaced "Dave" on the nametag with "Tom". Oh yeah the pistol is within easy reach underneath the overalls.

"How about this, I walk in a nd say to the counter that I have to fix a glitchy air conditioning system due to the extreme cold weather. At the maintenance panel I short the power grid so that the door security system will reset making it easier to open? This is after we find a plan of this building which should be in the council archives."

[Jamski]

Could be worth a try, eh?

Better find someone that's in cahrge of that kinda thing...

-Jam

[Vev]

*Vev imagines in his mind a scene of carnage, klaxons wailing, screams of bystanders and the cracking of mauler fire.

The PA system continually repeats:
Evacuate the building immediately, this is not a drill, evacuate the building immediately...

A terror stricken scientist in a bloodied labcoat runs screaming from the corridor shouting,
"Don't let the plague vectors out!"
Before he was promptly shredded by a rain of automatic mauler fire.

The building shook a little as leaking gas mains ignited a few floors below.*

Back to the real world ...
"Can we patch onto the wireless network to receive the online interactive building plans?"