<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65183.msg3126969#msg3126969">Quote from: Geradine on 08-06-2010, 09:45:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"i think i did...but someone got to it before us."<br/><br/>Gerad quickly went over and found that it been wiped by a virus. "we're going to need a computer tech in here. whoever did this wiped the drive before he left. thankfully using a virus isn't total. we might be able to get bits and pieces..."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Yousef listened as Gerad made his comment about needing a tech, "Don't call me for that, my fat fingers can barely turn the little thingies on."  Uh-oh, he knew he opened himself up for that one after a comment like that.  He waited for the inevitable before commenting back to Mea.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65183.msg3125261#msg3125261">Quote from: satindesire on 08-06-2010, 01:10:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "What are you thinking? Mole in the Marshals? Or Illuminati agents?" she replied, snapping a photo of Corsini's face. A few of his teeth were broken, laying scattered around the bathroom's blood spattered tile.  She returned to the bedroom, tucking her camera away and fishing out her kit. She undid the locks, then pulled out gloves and a sample kit.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Don't know.  Has the Marshalls made mention?  Has the padre?"  He looked over the room again... something was just too fishy here... it was too simple.  He always had things go wrong... but always with him, never his team.  He prayed it was just combat jitters again.  "Something is not sitting right in my bones, Mea.  Gerad, be careful up there."  It did not dawn on him that he had used the Major's first name over the comm, he never did that and if he had realized it, he would probably be kicking himself right now.  But he was too focused on the area around them, listening intently, eyes peeled as if he could see through every little thing in the room.  All he could hear was his heart beating within his chest, the clear background noise in his ear... static?  Why was there static, when the van was right outside?  Electronic interference?  A bug?  Everything about this place reminded him of Buenos Aires... when an assassin had bugged the room to find out when they were there, only to blow the place after they were too far in.  They had been lucky then, the explosives had gone off in sequence instead of all at once, giving them time to escape the building itself.  "Buenos Aires..." was all he said.<br/><br/>He looked over to Valentine again, "Alright cowboy.  Find anything?  I got nada in this room, nada in the kitchenette and nada anywhere else my big dumb Israeli eyes can see."<br/><br/>Please let my stupid feeling be wrong on this place.  Please let this be as simple as it looks.  Things went ary for Chris... I will not let them go awry for us.