#bergen_county

"How long can you hold your breath? " She says looking worried at the inhaler pouch

He scowls a bit. "If there's any air in the pipes, I can twist to keep it where I can reach it. Otherwise... not as long as I'd hope. I can climb, though. If we want to split the party, I can also do roof recon."

"Yeah uh.. I know we said we'd bail on each others as soon as possible...but isn't splitting the party bad? Problem is I left my wings at home"

"Normally I love when they split the party. But that's when I'm playing evil overlord and trying to murder the party. If you can get small enough to carry, I can get you onto the roof... and we can keep the pipes as a possible exit strategy?"

"Turn around.. I'm about to put on my kinky bad girl suit"

Symon obediently looks away.

And then a small garter snake, sadly lacking any venom to be taken seriously is at his foot

"Oh, neat." He crouches, admiring the snake for a moment, then offers a hand out. "If you promise not to choke me out you can come up on my shoulder or hood. Or I have pockets."

She winds up around his arm, little tongue flickering, and then crawls up to his shoulder and into the folds of his hair and hood and peeks out... giving him a 'Mister Dusa' effect

He waits a moment for her to get settled so she's not jostled, and rises to walk over towards the building. Staying in the shadows and on the edge of the road until close enough to get a good look at the place.

Textile factories are not know for architectural beauty. The building appears to be roughly two stories, squat, and uanppealing. It does have a fence around it save at the area where water touches... must have been an old dock at one time but now that's not needed nor practical compared to trucking material out

He shrugs off his backpack and sets it lightly out of sight. Opening it, he whispers in, "Lovecraft, we're here. I don't want you coming in. If we're not back out by... " He checks his watch, then realizes that she probably can't tell time. "When the moon dips below those trees there... you go to the lodge, okay?" Giving a few hours, give or take, to sneak in and hopefully out again.

Lovecraft hisses "Do not die. Need someone to feed me chikin"

"If I die, Dagmar will feed you. She's a sucker." He gives her a quick stroke. "See you soon." And he heads towards the ugly building, eyeing the sides - looking for any security cameras evident, and if so, a place they may not see or point away from where the fence can be breached.

"New help is hard to train..." but she slips away

And there are some cameras.. actually look pretty NEW for the building. However... they don't seem to be placed with maximum effect. He might be able to find the blindspots

Here's a spot he could slip by... then he stops, only then does he see the word 'electric fence' i na sign that is half faded!

He frowns, and takes another look around. Any trees that may stretch nearby? Do the cameras fully cover the area where the water is - or perhaps they are on a timer and rotate to view a larger area?

They don't cover the water. Interesting

"Looks like we gotta take that way. I think you could actually slither through the holes in the fencing... but even if I could get that small in a squirm, I'd have to touch the edges. " Pondering a moment. "If you want to go through the Fence, I'll put you down. Otherwise you can do the water hazard with me. Either way." Creeping closer to where the fence ends at the water's edge.

The snake crosses over his eyes, but only briefly, and then.. they're veiled!

Chicanery to aid their already sneaky ways

He blinks, and his thin lips twist into a grin. "Thanks." And he leans in carefully, weight canted back away from the water, before carefully touching it at the edge with a fingertip - hoping that if there is any shock, he will fall away...

No shock.. good

He slides into the water, checking the depth, and slowly moving forward. If shallow, he flattens out to try to minimize his profile, and still watches for the cameras... knowing the the veil likely can't fool the technology.

It's..actually kind of deep.. and there's a sucking sensation... not Battlefield Earth level of suck.. that's death... but a definite under current

He dips his head in, face into the water - Eden can still stay out on his shoulders or back - and blinks to clear his sight, then looks.... darkvision, it's called in D&D, but he can see without light in any case, and as long as the water isn't too murky, he tried to get a glimpse of where the water is being sucked too.

There's a pipe! One that leads under the building...

Pulling out of the water, he whispers to Eden, "Not safe to go in from this end... who knows how long it might be before it surfaces, and it might go to an enclosed tank or deathtrap..." He mucks over that direction a little, moving a foot to test the strenght of the flow - and the width of the pipe. "If the flow isn't too strong it could be an exit option. Or if it can be reversed... but that's only helpful for you and me." Realizing he's getting distracted. "Trolls would never fit..."

A small shake of snake head... but either of them could certainly fit

Does the water flow seem too strong to allow a snake... or a sluagh, for that matter.. to swim upcurrent?

Not too strong.. it's a discernable pull and it would take effort. He doesn't know how long the pipe is so the bigger concern is exhaustion

He moves forward, slogging through the water until they can get to the other side of the fence. Then, looking for a spot that the cameras may miss where he can climb the wall to the roof...

and the mission continues..

At the side of the building, Symon flattens. Any windows are probably covered and locked, and alarmed at that. But he had the tip about the roof, so assuming he finds a bit of wall without a camera pointed, he will check that the snake is still secure, then head up the side, spiderman style.

and slowly, slowly they get up. Symon knows how far this model of camera can turn. He knows it's limits.. and guessing where the 'blind spots ' are is well in his pwoer. He's right about the windows. Closed up, covered... and yeah he suspects an alarm on more than a few

and to the top he gets... there's an emergency door up here, but it is likely locked.

There's also two AC like pipes.. only ONE moves.

And the things are sizable.

He reaches up to loosen his collar, checking on Eden. And a look at the door... to see if the lock looks pickable, peering through the crack if any to see if there is a visible alarm sensor.. or even a gap beneath the door that a slender snake might fit.

It's pickable.. and yes, there's a place for the snake. Eden nods..well, bobs her little head.. and slithers through the crack

He whispers in the crack, "Can you unlock it from inside, or let me know if it's alarmed?" Probably not trapped. That's a D&D or Kevin McCalister thing.

A click... and now normal sized she peers out "Quickly robin, the joker's lair is below"

"Why do you get to be Batman?" He whispers, sliding through the door. "I think we could have gone down the AC shaft too, but who knows if a fan got turned on, then you'd be snake sashimi.

"because you look better in short pants" She explains and takes it slow. It's pitch black in this area...

which bothers symon not at all

He can see the stairwell and how it hooks quickly to the left five feet or so below

If she stumbles, Symon reaches out and offers her an arm. "Bats can see in the dark." He whispers, taking the lead.

A huff, as he does indeed take the lead, and thus the cape and cowl

Symon pauses at the hooked stairwell, listening before he dares look around the edge and proceed downward.