*Now back in his usual form, Adin was quick to get through his locks.* -- Main Street

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Date Posted: 09:17:49 01/19/03 Sun
Author: Adin Subrosa
Author Host/IP: 68.81.241.245
Subject: *Now back in his usual form, Adin was quick to get through his locks.*

He headed in, and over to a small door that looked to lead to some closet, but when opened, it lead to a space just too big for a closet, yet just too small to be considered a real room.

Within was a mess of wires and metal, and to one side of the room, something resembeling a monitor missing its casing was configured. He headed over two it, and twisted two of the wires coming out from it, and it lit to life. There was then a very small tab covered panel that minutley resembled a keyboard, which his fingers flew over with surprising ease.

After a moment, it gave a breif beep, and he tossed the small makeshift keyboard to the side, now having finished the worst part of making contact, all he needed now was to wait for a reply. He grabbed a small device and slipped it over his ear, since he new he would probrably be contacted directly about this, and began heading down into the basement to train, and to attempt at distracting himself- but then a small dot of warmth on his hand made him remember the cut that had been ever so lovingly placed on his cheak, and so back up he went to clean the traces of blood off.

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