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<blockquote data-quote="Victim" data-source="post: 811458" data-attributes="member: 78">Strange dreams, stress, and a serious problem to worry don't help anyone get a restful night's sleep.&nbsp; Of course, vid calls in the middle of night probably don't help much either.&nbsp; With the last frame of the message still hanging on screen, Mike quickly saved a number of files to a mini disk: streetmaps, maps of the park, public info about the Wellingford Complex.&nbsp; Since the Security armor could fly, he could pick a nice spot to cover the much of the complex and keep an eye on the top of the building.&nbsp; That woman was not to be trusted.&nbsp; There was probably some connection between her and the black cloaked group involved in the disappearences.&nbsp; With a couple of disks in his pockets, Mr. Evans casually strolls from his appartment building, waving to the security guard as he left.&nbsp; &quot;I can't sleep, so I'm going jogging again.&nbsp; Have a nice night.&quot;&nbsp; He did go jogging.&nbsp; It was important to stay in shape, especially if you were planning on doing high risk activities like wearing power armor that hadn't been tested to a probable ambush, or if you ate lots of snack foods.Several minutes later...Inside the dark grey shell of his armor, he spook calmly for the recorder.&nbsp; At least, he hoped his voice sounded calm as he ran through the &quot;preflight&quot; checklist.&nbsp; &quot;Actuators: Green.&nbsp; Comms: Green.&nbsp; Sensors: Green. . . &quot;&nbsp; Everything seemed to working as in the simulations, but unforseen bugs would always crop up.&nbsp; Despite the near certainty of problems, he programed a flight path through the tunnels that circled around the park at a health distance and then approached the complex from a route not covered by the Demount Building.&nbsp; The weather would degrade sensor performance - but not as much as it would sight.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Victim, post: 811458, member: 78"] Strange dreams, stress, and a serious problem to worry don't help anyone get a restful night's sleep. Of course, vid calls in the middle of night probably don't help much either. With the last frame of the message still hanging on screen, Mike quickly saved a number of files to a mini disk: streetmaps, maps of the park, public info about the Wellingford Complex. Since the Security armor could fly, he could pick a nice spot to cover the much of the complex and keep an eye on the top of the building. That woman was not to be trusted. There was probably some connection between her and the black cloaked group involved in the disappearences. With a couple of disks in his pockets, Mr. Evans casually strolls from his appartment building, waving to the security guard as he left. "I can't sleep, so I'm going jogging again. Have a nice night." He did go jogging. It was important to stay in shape, especially if you were planning on doing high risk activities like wearing power armor that hadn't been tested to a probable ambush, or if you ate lots of snack foods. [i]Several minutes later...[/i] Inside the dark grey shell of his armor, he spook calmly for the recorder. At least, he hoped his voice sounded calm as he ran through the "preflight" checklist. "Actuators: Green. Comms: Green. Sensors: Green. . . " Everything seemed to working as in the simulations, but unforseen bugs would always crop up. Despite the near certainty of problems, he programed a flight path through the tunnels that circled around the park at a health distance and then approached the complex from a route not covered by the Demount Building. The weather would degrade sensor performance - but not as much as it would sight. [/QUOTE]

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