Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161111105839/@comment-26104528-20170307020201

Eagalis, 8:27 AM...

"...and that's why evil-Fritz wants to take Osiris over to The Weaving Spider one of these days. Anyway, I think we set a new record last night. Little less than 2 seconds?" the first cyborg joked as he strode back towards Ingraham's safehouse, a thermos of tea in his hand.

"Man, I need to stop by there before I go back home..." Ingraham wistfully replied.

It was a running joke among Sahali Mercenaries and Hunters that the fastest way to determine who was from out of town and who was native was to see if they knew better than to start fights at a bar or club well after quittin' time for the major corporations, as in when all the office peons and supervisors should have gone home already, leaving only the "late night workers". Last nights events could only confirm the saying "It's funny cause it's true."

The older cyborg stopped just before the door panel and without breaking stride, let his technomancy transmit the code. The door slid open just seconds before he would have crashed into it and the two ascended the steps at thier usual pace.

"Hmmmm...I see no bullet holes or other signs of violence. Nobody called last night, and the neighbors all seem to be alive or at home." Ingraham though out loud as he inspected the hall around his hideaway. He was about to transmit the entry code again until Fritz stopped him and instead, gently knocked on the door. (Stahlfritz of all people would know better than to rudely awaken sleepy women)

"Osiris, Gretel, anyone up yet?"