The other mercenary's cheek flush for a moment at Tzahala's comments, but she keeps her calm and just gives the armored woman a curt shake of the head.<br/><br/>"I'm not so fresh as that... I've helped White Sand with some small ops out in South Beach, and they gave me an opportunity to make a couple of bucks tonight. The vote of confidence has been noted, though..."<br/><br/>With a wry smile, the woman picks up her pace... just in time for the dwarf to pull a fast stop, nearly sending her tumbling.<br/><br/>"Alright, ladies... we're enterin' the service corridors here. Gonna start by closin' off a couple of doors, an' I'm gonna want one o' ya on either side o' me just ta make sure I don' get no visitors." The dwarf's thick, southern drawl is barely intelligible, especially with the way he seems to mumble under his breath, but Tzahala is able to make out the instructions fairly easily. With a wry grin, the man slides a key-card through the service door's mag-lock, and a moment later they truly are "behind the curtain."<br/><br/>Since no patrons would ever see this area, the service corridors have none of the old-style architecture to draw out one's sense of fancy... in fact, it's just the opposite. Square, industrially marked hallways crossed with wires and cables, and not a fairy or a mouse in sight. Just boxes and projectors and doors.<br/><br/>"Alright. Bronze & Silver, take north please. Owleyes, South. I'ma get ta work on this one first." The dwarf stops in front of a door marked with a black X of spraypaint, and begins pulling out his tools. "This'll probably take about 10 minutes. Give me about 5 yards, either side, so I got time ta prepare if somethin' makes it past y'all..."<br/><br/>As the mercenaries take their places, the little man begins to work... and eight minutes pass in relative silence, only to be broken by a loud "harrumph" and the sound of tools being tossed back into a bag haphazardly.<br/><br/>"Alrighty... lets get us on over ta the next one. Got about ten more things that need doin'."<br/><br/>Owleyes nods and falls into step immediately, moving ahead and leaving Tzahala to bring up the rear... and also giving the runner's eyes a chance to light upon something. It's nothing big... but she does see a screw sitting on the ground next to the door, resting on the flat of its head much like a soldier waiting at attention to be called into action...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Owleyes concept</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://safebooru.org//images/308/1f926ce8fa569e9614b39619d4460437bd246eaf.jpg?307881)</div></div>