4.04: Enzo's Overwrite Delivery Service - for all your armament needs!

[a1enzo]

The Matrices' upstairs hall closet creaks slowly open, and Enzo pokes his head out. Seeing the coast to be clear, he opens it fully and emerges, looking around with mounting distress. The walls, the floor, the furniture are all patched with pulsing green light-veins.

He listens carefully. No one home. Didn't think there would be, but good. He beckons at the open doorway behind him.

Comments

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"...Theeen we have a slight problem. Can't you think of anywhere else they might be? Does he have some kind of office...in the Principal Office?"

[a1enzo]

"Yeah, but I don't think he keeps stuff there. It's just sofas and swirly lamps and things."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Dammitdammitdammit.

"Where do you think he is right now?"

[a1enzo]

"He was in outside the P.O. with everyone before..." says Enzo, shuffling his filelockers into a better grip.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny inhaled deeply.

"Okay, here's how we're going to do this..."