Flarn Zeglos – Ekruh mechanic
Investigation...
Apparently everyone was fine, even though not one of the humans had answered his question. A few of them had looked his way, though it was the one in charge that seemed to realise that he wasn't human himself. Crunching his way across the glass covered floor, he held onto the window frame to look along the outside of the building. The next window along was still whole, suggesting that the other confrence rooms were in better shape than the one they were all standing in. "Yes miss administrator, Old droids give up. If you think about it, so do Humans and Ekruh as well. Now I'd suggest that we get out of this room before something collapses from the wind." To make good his point he left the room himself and moved down the hall, past a few paniking police, to the next conference room down.
It was much as the other room had been, set up in the same way, though the window was still whole and the ceiling had no nerve destroying cracks across it. Inside his suit, Flarn tapped away at three keyboards, accessing several news networks, a networking site and several shadier sites from the black sector to try and piece things together. The police had no clue what was going on, that much was evident from the noise of the building. The news crews had reached the scene of the explosion, though they had yet to get any information. Several thousand people had already expressed their thoughts on the terrorist Zero-One, including a few saying that they had seen him in all manor of places. The puzzling thing for Flarn, though, was that the Black sector was in as much of an uproar as the police were. There was something that just didn't add up...
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