As soon as Nikolai had entered the building- Atoli slammed the doors shut, activating all locking mechanisms ranging from air seals to electrified force handles to the built in dead bolts. She was indeed flexing her electrical knowhow as she prided herself in the safety of everyone. Wacko was forced to take refuge elsewhere. Then some of her fontrols froze up, and she realized the sandstorm.<br/><br/>Common knowledge to her was that the cameras locked down automatically during the storms, making loud adjustments before a hood is wrapped around them. She banged her hand on the desk, accidentally activationg the speakers inside the store as she shouted in pain, rolling back and falling out of her chair. She rolled back, pulling her dead weight back onto the chair before resuming her fast typing, every tip-tap being broadcast like strange static over the comms system. A minute later, she got a ping from one of the store's computers. She rushed to see who was accessing her network as she implanted a fake previous adress into the history tabs. An IP adress to a chat. She sat patiently on an empty chatroom for her bait to work.<br/><br/>Meanwhile,<br/><br/>Siera was hiding in a nearby office building, the only thing she could access on short notice. Furthermore, she wondered what Atoli was doing- locking her out and then electrifying her. She was certain the groups inside could hear her feline yell. Now she was behind three inches of glass, perfectly safe as she watched Wacko, noticing a large chunk of building fall near him from the wind. A corpse, a crutch and a cloak. An old cadaver that she never cleaned up. No- the desert dud that for her, known to rent flesh from bone. And the old corpse had decided to try and best the higher winds when the closer to the ground you are, the safer. She waited for a reaction.<br/><br/>Everyone else was safe from the storm, as the store was a large air lock in itself. She wondered, perhaps her tunnel wouldn't be discovered. Everyone inside could have killed one another.