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I was told to get my backside out to Versatech to fix the AC." Ull feigned the ignorant blue-collar worker look.
"I haven't been notified. You can just turn it around." The fat man adjusted the belt that was almost failing to hold his pants up while he wobbled his head a little from an ego that nearly rivaled his obesity.
"Alright, but you're gonna have to sign that I was here, because if the crap starts working again, we still bill you the initial fees for the call." Ull pulled up a clipboard, reaching it out through the window.
With the prospect of being responsible for a charge to the company, the man hesitated, pondering for a quick second. "Hang on. Let me check."
The guard waddled back into his shack and refreshed his entrances and exits program screen, nervously hoping that they would be cleared. Suddenly, a new admission arrived. Teufel HVAC was listed for a repair service. The terminal indicated that both primary buildings air systems had begun to fail and the automated system had prompted a company for service. The man hit the open gate button, while leaning back out.
"My system must be slow today. Go on in. Do you know where you're going?" The guard sighed in relief.
"I think so. Can't I just pull up to the deliveries dock and pull in our equipment there?" Ull tossed the clipboard down onto the floor, all the time watching the fat man.
"Yeah. That'll work. I'll call ahead so they unlock and give you access."
"Danke." Ull nodded.
The truck jerked and rumbled, as it took off into the complex. Ull worked the gears, shifting upwards. Chavez stayed close to the first truck for a few hundred yards, and then he broke left to head towards the development labs and computer center.

"Can you do me favor?" Kana asked Rogers.
"What?"
Kana reached into his left breast pocket, dreaming about punching the asshole in front of him. A circular metal band with a small box affixed on one side sat in Kana's hand for a brief moment until he quickly set it on the table in front of him. Rogers looked at the device, strangely.
"What is that?" Rogers glared at Kana.
Before Rogers even realized that Kana had risen, the leader of the Grays bolted up and landed a solid punch square into the man's face. Roger's flew back into the wall with a loud thud. Kana rounded the table and kicked the man in the stomach before reaching for the band. He hooked it onto Roger's head. The older man had curled into a ball, but went limp once the band was in place.
Kana jumped up on the table and grasped the security camera in the room, ripping it free from its connection wires.
"Its bastards like you that threw me in jail in the first place. You fucking deserved that extra kick you fuck!" Kana yelled, as he worked.
He knew he would have seconds before the security guards would arrive. His hands pulled off the suit coat to reveal an I2A2 harness with a plethora of gadgets connected. He keyed in commands at a keyboard barely visible on the skin of his left arm, queuing up Doppelganger.