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| Topic Started: Friday, 17. January 2014, 16:38 (222 Views) | |
| Toran | Friday, 17. January 2014, 16:38 Post #1 |
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The Formerly Hated
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The look on the delivery man's face when Toran had lifted the 300 pound steel security door out of the truck and carried it up his steps alone had been priceless. Still he'd put in the new steel frame installed the slimmed down vault door and set up the sealing magnets without much trouble. Didn't even have a key fitting anymore. A clear and obvious pad was cut into the brick, set for his or Lucy's palm print to open. Though each also had an encrypted electronic fob on their keyring that could override the lock from a distance if they needed to get in fast. Time of hiding in a supposedly condemned building were done. His contacts in the underworld had gotten Toran Craig listed as a legal UK citizen with solid enough paper trail. The deed had been filed, building permits had been installed and Craig Industries was listed as owner of this shop and the abandoned warehouse next door. As a secure customs electronics shop the permits to have steel shutters hung instead of boarding up his windows did a more effective job of concealing the fact that they were bricked up on the inside. He'd even paid his group of street artists to give the building a solid look. A Cybercastle design was being sprayed up all over, except the door where he'd promised Lucy she could put up a pink robotic kraken swarming up a tower of stone as a joke for the two of them. Construction crews were working on the warehouse next door. They'd sealed and removed the elevator shaft so there was no longer an entrance to the basement. They were reinforcing the brick, putting in steel girders and getting rid of all the windows. As well as reinforcing the sagging sheet metal roof and putting in a top class ventilation system; supposedly so Craig Industries could set up their machinery inside without producing much noise pollution. Either way aside from an extremely heavily reinforced loading dock on the back, the only way into that warehouse when they were done was going to be a security door he had cut into his wall into the building next door. He was already considering moving his entire shop next door and offering the first floor of their home to Lucy as a tattoo parlor. Taking things slow. Odd enough to think they were engaged; but a jubilant sort of odd that had him grinning like a damned fool. He made a mental note to get in touch with Sawyer about his package in the basement. He needed to get back to work converting his building properly and having an entire space closed off because he couldn't reveal the torpid Ravnos in his ghoul box was putting a bit of a damper on that situation. Still, the door went up without a problem, the scanner worked and he was able to walk back into his shop and take a deep breath, relaxing at FINALLY feeling like his place was secure again. Lucy's suggestion of a Christmas block party had had another odd benefit. The neighborhood folks had taken up watching his place and letting him know if anything seemed shifty. They'd also started repairing their own neighborhood, putting in roof gardens, cleaning the litter. The little block was actually starting to look presentable. |
![]() Toran's Voice Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me.... | |
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