Dave catapulted himself at the keypad desperately pounding in the access code, it had to work.......<br/><br/><strong>(Dave's computer use roll: 10-3-3-1=3 rolled: 2)</strong><br/><br/>"FUCK" Dave swore loudly as the pad just sat there and blinked at him, his heart sunk in his chest as he just stood there and stared.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms. <br/>HP 135/135 SP 72/98 Well Rested</div></div>