Room 317, Tuesday after classes
Other than a break for class -- and one to move to another room to make sure she didn't keep Quinn awake -- Claudia had spent all her time since seeing Stan off discovering just what, exactly, Stan had accidentally given her the password for at the Warehouse.
It wasn't much -- pretty much just surface level access to the database -- but it was a door, and once through it, Claudia managed to work her way in deeper, snagging current locations of "agents" (two, apparently, other than Artie, who apparently stuck pretty much to base-camp) and schematics for what proved to be an absolutely enormous electrical grid. The weird bit was, she couldn't track down the source for all that power. The Warehouse had a big enough drain to need its own private nuclear power plant, but it seemed to be almost entirely self-contained.
IRS paperwork warehouse, her ass.
A plan forming, she put out a few phone calls.
She was getting so close to getting her brother back, she could practically taste it.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but the room (and the phone) are totally open.]
It wasn't much -- pretty much just surface level access to the database -- but it was a door, and once through it, Claudia managed to work her way in deeper, snagging current locations of "agents" (two, apparently, other than Artie, who apparently stuck pretty much to base-camp) and schematics for what proved to be an absolutely enormous electrical grid. The weird bit was, she couldn't track down the source for all that power. The Warehouse had a big enough drain to need its own private nuclear power plant, but it seemed to be almost entirely self-contained.
IRS paperwork warehouse, her ass.
A plan forming, she put out a few phone calls.
She was getting so close to getting her brother back, she could practically taste it.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but the room (and the phone) are totally open.]