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<blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 1353282" data-attributes="member: 98">Inside Warehouse 37 Las Vegas, Nevada0728 hours, June 3, 2003When Lucas neared the elevator shaft, the smell of burnt rubber was still very strong on the hot air of the shaft.&nbsp; Looking down the shaft to the base, the stone on the floor has a warm glow to it, with several still smoking footprints heading into the warehouse [Spot Check result of 27] .Stewart helped Donovan with the ropes from the various packs, then looked at the packs.&nbsp; “Sir?” Stewart asked, “What about all of our packs? . . . and the cat?”Sure enough, as Donovan started to pulled additional rope from a pack, Krizzel stuck out his head and whined a plaintive meow, looking at Donovan with a tilt to his head.&nbsp; The sea bags, backpacks, and various containers all held the remaining gear of the team members that were already down in the warehouse. Lowering them, and the individuals down the shaft to the bottom could be a problem, if Andreev’s boots and the burnt rubber smell were any indication.Lt. Reed slid into her climbing harness with practiced ease.&nbsp; She asked, “I know this is probably the least of our worries but, are we taking the money with us?”OOC: Donovan, Fisher, Stewart</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Keia, post: 1353282, member: 98"] [i]Inside Warehouse 37 Las Vegas, Nevada 0728 hours, June 3, 2003[/i] When Lucas neared the elevator shaft, the smell of burnt rubber was still very strong on the hot air of the shaft. Looking down the shaft to the base, the stone on the floor has a warm glow to it, with several still smoking footprints heading into the warehouse [COLOR=Red][SIZE=1][Spot Check result of 27][/SIZE][/COLOR] . Stewart helped Donovan with the ropes from the various packs, then looked at the packs. “Sir?” Stewart asked, “What about all of our packs? . . . and the cat?” Sure enough, as Donovan started to pulled additional rope from a pack, Krizzel stuck out his head and whined a plaintive meow, looking at Donovan with a tilt to his head. The sea bags, backpacks, and various containers all held the remaining gear of the team members that were already down in the warehouse. Lowering them, and the individuals down the shaft to the bottom could be a problem, if Andreev’s boots and the burnt rubber smell were any indication. Lt. Reed slid into her climbing harness with practiced ease. She asked, “I know this is probably the least of our worries but, are we taking the money with us?” [COLOR=Silver]OOC: Donovan, Fisher, Stewart[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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