<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He had to hold the fedora-which he'd already become attached to-down on his head as they dropped down the stories, yelping as they stopped inches above the floor. "So, the floor's alarmed. I'm not Spiderchipmunk, so, how are we going to get around? Comically-attired rodents climbing on walls will not go unnoticed, I'm guessing."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia looked back at him, mask configured to be the blonde mouse she was imitating, still wearing the Eye of Horus over one eye.  "We don't have to. I also have access to the wards from here... And although the floor in here is alarmed, they can't possibly set up the ducts the same way, ever single tremor would trigger something."<br/><br/>She hauled out an undersized ballista, or oversized crossbow who's main comonenet seemed to be a cotton reel, a plastic comb, and toothpick with a plunger tip that must have come off a window sticking mascot. "Tradition." She said, and mounted it on the edge of the cage, showing that her strength proportionate to her body size was still way up there. A moment's aiming, and Thu-wunck! The plunger stuck to a section of wall, just above an access panel and to one size of a fan. It trailed a cable that ran out from the cotton reel.<br/><br/>She wound back the reel, and pulled them over to the panel. tying the rope off. "You open the panel, here's a screwdriver..." A screwdriver was retrieved from a box inside the cage. "I'll get to work on the wards.  Don't let the screws of panel hit the floor."<br/><br/>She started examining a section of wall that to the ordinary eye looked no different to the rest. "Hmmm.... Intreresting... Has to be Norse... Ohh... a secondary layer... automatic trips... Nice, but not nice enough..." She continued muttering as she started waving her hands and doing... something.