"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/><br/>The static interrupted Tank's communication, "-zzzzbrrt! zzzsshshkkkMarshalls made mention?  Has the padre?" She swallowed, clearing her throat dryly before replying to Tank "Nothing, no."<br/><br/>Mea shook her head and looked at Gerad tensely "We're on our own here, Gerad, no one else came from Trionfo with us."  She eyed the HUD apprehensively "We've already been in here for three and a half minutes."  She quietly padded into the office, her black combat boots crushing the carpet in soft kittenlike steps. Five minutes was the standard time limit for clearing a building, whether it was full of hostiles or a Code White.<br/><br/>"It doesn't look rigged from the outside, that doesn't mean it's not." She unvelcroed a pouch in her vest, withdrawing a can of aresol. "This should take care of just about anything that might blow."  Holding the nozzle of the can near the computer, she began to spray it with an ice-cold fog that lowered the temperature in the office by a significant amount. After just a few moments, the laptop was completely frozen. She lifted it carefully, crouching to eye the desk underneath, looking for traps.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>Heaving a sigh of relief, she checked the hud. Nearing on five minutes. "Let's get the hell out of here."<br/><br/>