<i>"Piping? I guess someone sold the actual maintenance ladder for scrap. It's a way in. That, or the maintenance hatch. I found the maintenance passage entry for you Bleu, sending a map image now with it marked. Do notify me about which way in you pick though."</i>Valerie's voice spoke over the men's comms.<br/><br/>Valerie send Kal the map she mentioned, before focusing once again on the server she was constructing. An estimated 7% completion so far, but that was using the scraps of code she has salvaged. Honestly, ensuring the backwards compactibility was the annoying and hard part. 60 year old tech meant they missed at least 3 great renovations. A lot of functions got added that Val found the system would be unable to recognize them if she implemented them.<br/><br/>With few things better to do with Kal and Wombat picking their point of entry, Valerie sifted through the nodes while she constructed the new main server for the building. She's wasn't 404, but to this system she could just as well be. A ghost, decades ahead. The aging system couldn't keep her out. It'd be her haunted house wether it liked it or not. The lifts, the cameras, the entrances, they'd dance for her until they died.<i>"I wonder..."</i>Valerie mused to herself<i>"When I leave... should I leave the server behind on one of the nodes? Give this building a bit more time. A bit longer that it's spirit is trapped in this shell."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>