Nevermore was duly imposing for the reputation of the squad that inhabited it. There was a chance it may have also been super cringe-worthy edge lord. It was probably both.
Yes, definitely both.
They strolled in very casually in their uniform indicating they were from a local carry-out pizza place, a large heating bag carried in their arms. Right on schedule their com beeped softly, indicating that the camera watching that part of the foyer had been shut down. They swiftly opened the bag, pulled out a false stack of folded cardboard pizza boxes, and deposited it on the edge of the fountain. The rest of the bag was swiftly carried with them to the hidden door on a currently unmonitored section of wall.
Once ducked into the passage another soft beep indicated the camera had been restarted a breath after the door was shut. To security observers the delivery boy would have dropped off the pizza and be assumed to have left while the camera was malfunctioning.
If they noticed the camera had went down at all.
Keiko quickly shed the pizza uniform, a simple black ensemble beneath. Her pizza boy face melted away into her natural self. Another beep, the camera watching the other end of the corridor went down. The clothing was shoved back into the bag and stashed in the bathroom trashcan located near this entrance.
From there it was a simple stroll through the passageways to the headquarters proper. No one passed her, and cameras turned on and off as she made her way to each office of the squadron members unchallenged and unseen. A single black feather was left in the top drawer of the abandoned desks. It seemed no one was really working right now. She had to wonder if that was because of the notorious tendency for goofing off the last Commander was known for.
It didn’t really matter.
She found the Commander’s office – her office now, she supposed. It had not been cleaned out of the previous occupant’s belongings yet. Her nose crinkled in distaste as she carefully picked her way over to the desk. The first order of business would be to have this entire room stripped, resurfaced, and sanitized. All new furniture and equipment would be required. She wasn’t touching anything that Nym had pawed all over; she shuddered to think what the place would look like under a black light.
Keiko pulled a pair of latex gloves from her pocket, and then got a second pair, putting them both on she gently pushed the chair away with the tip of her boot, then booted up the computer. Once logged in, she remained standing as she casually browsed random Ravens files.
There was so much work to do.
The finances alone were atrocious. Did they destroy the yacht regularly? Furthermore, why did they have a yacht? No, that would have to go. It was probably contaminated beyond salvaging anyway. There were more mundane things, such as equipment purchase orders and office supply expenses, but they were clearly not someone’s priority, because they were a jumbled mess.
Several hours passed completely undisturbed as she evaluated her squad through the computer systems, it was only when her back started aching from standing at the desk that Keiko glanced at her timer with a disapproving tsk.
How disappointing.
She slipped back out the same way she came in, and didn’t pass another soul. The cameras turned on and off as she moved. Keiko didn’t even bother retrieving her previous disguise. Nevermore remained a silent sentinel, the people within unaware they had been visited at all as she slinked right back out the front door without a backward glance.
