<strong>Ropes</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Muse</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ropes manages to restrain the older, male technician after a brief struggle, even as the rope on the young woman tightened it's grip, and she let out a scared cry of alarm.<br/><br/>When he approached her in the darkness, she gasped in alarm, having not seen him with the lights out.  When her belt wormed itself free of her skirt, she gasped again in surprise, her hands flailing to grasp it, but to no avail, as its littered free like a serpent.<br/><br/>She struggled to keep her knees together as his fingers touched her gently, but she was shaking in fear.<br/><br/>Pulling his night vision goggles on as his sister suggested, he was slightly surprised to see that neither of the people was a Security guard.  Both appeared to be lab technicians, though the young woman was dressed in a short black skirt, white silt shirt, and lab coat, while the man was dressed much more simply, with a t-shirt and jeans under his white coat. <br/><br/>All the better, of course.<br/><br/>At Rope's threat, she have a slight son, and nodded quickly, obviously not willing to risk his anger.  "o..ok? Um... It takes a special tool in a few specific spots, then it's all really quick.  I can... show you? Over there?"<br/><br/>She pointed to the center of the room, where a large tool box stood open.  The man grunted a protest through the gag, but the girl kept pointing.  "Just... please? Don't hurt us? I'll help even... it's not worth..."<br/><br/>She shakes her head.<br/><br/>Seeing Ropes open stance in the dark, she fumbled her way, still held tightly by the Hoodlum, over to the tool chest.  She groped inside, and found a small flashlight by touch.  Flicking it on, she pulled out a couple of odd shaped hex wrenches, then motioned towards the huge printer at the back of the room.  "I can... Can take it apart now.  It'll take a few minutes... longer if your... still, uh... holding me so... close?  I won't run... honest!"<br/><br/>Ropes considers his options... can he trust her to work without being tightly restrained?  Perhaps just keep the rope on her ankle... maybe?<br/></div></div><br/><em>Just one more post until the action starts, probably?  Hopefully?</em>