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Scene Title Bah-Da-Boom?
Synopsis Shattered pretties and discovered detonators. Fun.
Date September 9, 2010


Redbird Security: Basement

At the bottom of the stairs there's a sturdy metal-reinforced door, locked not with an electronic mechanism but with an old-fashioned mechanical combination lock. A bright yellow biohazard sign is hung up on the door.

Once through the door, the basement is mostly open space interspersed with support columns of grey brick. A thick layer of grey latex paint covers the walls and floor, the ceiling overhead tiled with squares of sound-suppressing foam. A few filing cabinets are pushed up against the near wall, and a single computer desk, the box unconnected to anything except for power, sits between some of those cabinets. The rest of the front part of the roomis an area with folding chairs around a table and a pull-down screen across from a podium with a projector sitting on top of it, evidently for meetings. Deeper in the room, two dozen free-standing posts with sand-filled bases are scattered about, with strings and lines of yarn of all manner of colours connecting them. Post-it notes and photographs have been attached here and there with little pieces of tape. The far wall, behind the string map, bears the legend in stark white block letters upon the grey that stretches across most of the wall and from floor to ceiling: 'FIGHT THE FUTURE'.

The right third of the room has been divided from the rest by a wall of bulletproof glass and metal framing, accessed by a simple glass door near the main entrance of the basement. Inside, three locked gun cabinets sit against the wall, and the rest of that section of the room has been turned into two shooting lanes. Cheap pulley assemblies on the ceiling attached to electric motors hold target posters.

Lanky darkness and all tattoos, Devi sits in a folding chair, her boots propped upon the table to tip the chair back precariously upon two legs. The biker looks down at a lunchbox poised on her lap, the Transformers design faded and beaten with dents and scratches. She ponders the thing through a haze of smoke, flicking her ashes into an empty beer can beside her. Dark eyes glance towards the door expectantly from time to time, impatient.

The sound of the door being opened, and closed, Alia steps through the door. A hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and skate shoes on, Alia looks more like someone about five to ten years her junior. The Skateboard tucked under one arm doesn't help with that. And this is normal for her. She sets the transportation tool by the door, and brings her backpack further inside with her, nodding to Devi.

Devi looks up from her looming gaze on the box, returning Alia's acknowledging nod. "Hey, chica," she offers easily, stuffing her cigarette into the can with a sizzle echoing inside the container. Her boots thud as they fall to the floor, bringing the tattooed femme to her feet to set the box down on the table's center. "I need yer help 'ere. Think you can tell me what 'at is?" She wrinkles her nose as she sneers down at the lunchbox and its taunting, spiteful contents.

Alia looks over from where she's at, and awnsers with the only obvious quip avalible. "Lunchbox." She pauses, then smirks. "More than meets the eye?"

hair dancing around her face. With a flick of her fingers, the clasps on the lunchbox flip free. Click. Click. The opened lid reveals the brilliant sheen of the manufactured diamond inside as the box grinds on the tabletop, swung back around to expose the prismatic piece for Alia's scrutiny. "Much more…"
Devi sighs and pulls herself up to sit sideways on the edge of the table, fishing out a fresh cigarette from her pack. "Something people are willing to hunt and kill for, it'd seem." She lofts a brow, at Alia before looking down at the box's contents.

Alia tilts her head. "… Nothing terribly computerized in it." She says after a moment. "transmitter?" she says uncertainly. "Can't trigger it. Physical." She shrugs and pokes. "Hard lid."

…….. Stare ……..
Blink blink. "Seriously." Devi glances from the false diamond to Alia and back again. "Seriously," she grumbles at the inanimate object. She grabs the shining hunk of rock, shaking the fist-sized gem in the air. "Do you… have any idea… how much I spent on this?" She still seems to be talking to the puzzle of a stone with a growing hatred. Suddenly she swings about, hurtling the $8,000 hunk o' shiny shit across the room.
The projectile-diamond winks and glimmers before smashing into the encouraging 'FIGHT THE FUTURE' wall. CRRAAAACK! The sound of little shards skittering across the floor like soft cries follows.
…….. Stare …….. Blink blink. "I thought diamonds couldn't break," Devi whimpers as she looks at her expensive, annoying puzzle in shiny, winking pieces shattered on the floor. "Fuck my life." She slumps into a seat, unconcerned, or oblivious, to the small piece of electronics that lays on the floor, freed from the center of the shattered gem.

Alia picks up the bit of freed electronics. "Like to know how…" she lets the thougght drift. "Diamond can't scratch. can shatter." She hands the device to Devi with a smirk.

"Thanks for the tip," Devi mumbles, glaring at the cigarette now snapped in her frustration, dangling broken and useless by its filter. She drops the garbage to the floor and looks to the hand offering the strange contraption. "What's that?" She lofts a brow and leans forward, using a fingertip to tilt Alia's hand down towards her for a better look - she'd rather not touch any reminder of the destroyed diamond for the moment, thank you.

Alia shrugs. "Transmitter? Dunno. Not my area." She says simply as she smiles a little. The diamond was interesting…

"Transmitter… Like a garage door open-…" Click click. The snapshots, the blueprints flash across her thoughts, the biker bitch tilting her head sharply to the side. She has seen similar makes before…
In a jolt of adrenaline, she pops up from her seat, forcing the folding chair to fumble back over itself with a clatter. "Put it down. Put. It. Down." Devi grimacess and points at the device in Alia's hand. "Can you say bah-dah-boom?"

Alia raises an eyebrow and sets the thing down. "Reaaaly. Radio based. Won't leave room." She notes, and digs in her backpack, pulling out her laptop, and a USB attachment with an anttena. She turns it on and pulls up a program for scanning radio spectrums.

Alia smirks. "Yup. Rabbit hole. How far goes?" She says with a simple smile.

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