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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Aug 25, 2013 13:19:32 GMT 9.5
Nikola Tesla was not a man accustomed to minding his own business. In fact, he tended to make it his personal mission to stick his nose exactly where it wasn’t wanted as often as was possible. Or at least it was when he didn’t have a suitably distracting bit of work to devote his ample talents to solving. So how could he resist when his senses picked up a particularly odd signal being broadcast throughout the area?
It was a message. Of that much, he was certain. But who had sent it? And more importantly, who was meant to receive it?
They’d gone to such trouble. It couldn’t have been meant for them. There were more reliable ways to get in touch with Helen and her little band of misfits.
Deciphering the message had been a simple matter once he’d set his mind to it, leading him to the residential district. Standing at the base of the apartment complex, he straightened his suit, glancing upward and finding the window he wanted. Apparently, whoever it was didn’t worry about being found.
Entering the building, he took a moment to figure out where he was going, knocking when he came to the apartment door. No answer. Well, as long as no one was home…
A few moments later, he was closing the door behind him as he stepped into the room, giving the place a quiet once over. |
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