by Narrator » Wed Feb 01, 2017 8:05 pm
It's not the simplest lock in the world, but at the end of the day it is just a simple civilian lock and opens after a couple moments. The inside of the house is roughly as ugly and ostentatious as the outside as well as nice and warm, which is a welcome change after the cold air outside. Making their way through the place they get a clearer view of the rooms. Some of them are neat, looking like they haven't been used at all lately. Meanwhile the kitchen is the exact opposite to that, mountains of dirty dishes clutter the counters, countless packages for instant-food stick out of the trash. No staff has been taking care of this for a while now, that much is obvious. From the papers that were left behind in other rooms they can figure most of this was related to military things. Most of it is just that, boring paperwork that is probably of no interest to anybody. But a couple of pieces seem to relate to military contracts of some sort. One in particular shows up a couple of times, relating to something called 'Islands Industries'. These seem to be somewhat recent, selling various things to the Russian Navy. The exact details seem to be missing, but quite a bit of money is being moved.
As they're making their way through the rooms on the first floor Sam suddenly senses a weak presence. It's not nearly strong enough to be a person, really, but something about it feels weird. If minds are usually like a river of thoughts, this one is more like molasses at best...