Gnosche Devorar
Childish Inventor
Doube-checking that his illusory disguise was still in place, Gnosche approached one of the side doors next to the primary loading docks of the facility's above-ground portion. Various unimportant shinigami were carrying boxes of this and that in and out of the loading bay, and not a one spared a glance at the diminutive "shinigami" entering by the side. Who would guess that an infiltrator would walk in like he owned the place after all?
Once inside, Gnosche made his way to the elevators. As it descended, he looked through the glass sides at the machinery around it. It looked like there was a fair amount of mechanical tum-thumpery about, but it looked more like local concerns. Heating, venting, air; all the necessities of working below the surface. He needed to get the blueprints for the facility. Easiest place to get that would be the office of whoever runs this place.
Some searching led the disguised arrancar to the door of the director of the plant. Gnosche knocked a couple times, then opened the door. The man behind the desk inside looked at the midget and raised an eyebrow. "
Hey boss," Gnosche said, "
There's an unplanned shipment up top at the loading docks. They want you to double check the books to see who ******** up." The man groaned. With a "God dammit", he sat up and left the room, brushing past Gnosche without a backward glance. With a grin and a thanks to whatever keeps bureaucracy so exploitably inefficient, Gnosche settled behind the desk and connected his gauntlets to the director's computer (a task made somewhat difficult by the illusion). He quickly made a copy of all information relevant to the layout and operational procedures of the facility and transferred it to his gauntlet. Then, just in case the Director got curious why some midget tricked him out of his office, Gnosche superglued a handful of tacks to the seat of the chair. Any questions can be answered by the assumption of a juvenile prankster.
Task done, Gnosche left via garganta to his laboratory to dissect the data where he won't be disturbed. The garganta closed behind him just moments before the director entered the room muttering, sat in his chair, and howled in pain.
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