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poisonbite01
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He was in southern New York, staring through the trees that had torn through the old asphalt at the squat, concrete box of a building that was an old Biosyn administrative facility. The faded lettering could still be warn, and even if it wasn't Trevor knew what it was. The map had been difficult to read, what with giant trees and shrubs distorting the streets old contours, but after a few days he'd managed to track down one of the streets that led to the building. Perfect.
The thin, muscular man in his late twenties hefted the baseball bat that was his favored weapon, and pedaled one-handed towards the building. The heavy duty tires and modified suspension on the three-wheeled bicycle bounced him over tree roots, potholes, curbs, and animal bones easily, and he didn't worry much about thorns or anything. These were expensive tires...or they would have been before he had been born. Now he just strode into Jax Bicycle Shop and pulled them out of the rack. That was one shop that hadn't been touched, save for the occasional Trike charge or Compy nest.
He pulled up to a stop outside the building's heavy, metal door, and climbed off the bike. He pulled a crow-bar out of the pack tied to the large basket set between the rear tires, and pried the locking mechanism off. Once that was done, a a quick snip of a few wires and an electrical charge that he deposited to the electronic lock through a hand-crack had the door hissing open. He unplugged and stowed the rest of his gear, then trundled the bike inside. he closed the door behind him and left the bike parked in front of it. That'd keep out the smaller dinosaurs. After all, this building hadn't been opened in almost three decades, so why would the saurians care?
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If Trevor had done the usual checks that he did, however, he would have noticed that the windows on the upper floors of the back-half of the building were all broken, having been shattered by the thrashing branches of the trees growing close to the ugly building in a storm some ten years ago. So, entrance was quite easy for the various arboreal saurians run about the world, and for the dinosaurs that ate those tree-dwelling creatures...
The thin, muscular man in his late twenties hefted the baseball bat that was his favored weapon, and pedaled one-handed towards the building. The heavy duty tires and modified suspension on the three-wheeled bicycle bounced him over tree roots, potholes, curbs, and animal bones easily, and he didn't worry much about thorns or anything. These were expensive tires...or they would have been before he had been born. Now he just strode into Jax Bicycle Shop and pulled them out of the rack. That was one shop that hadn't been touched, save for the occasional Trike charge or Compy nest.
He pulled up to a stop outside the building's heavy, metal door, and climbed off the bike. He pulled a crow-bar out of the pack tied to the large basket set between the rear tires, and pried the locking mechanism off. Once that was done, a a quick snip of a few wires and an electrical charge that he deposited to the electronic lock through a hand-crack had the door hissing open. He unplugged and stowed the rest of his gear, then trundled the bike inside. he closed the door behind him and left the bike parked in front of it. That'd keep out the smaller dinosaurs. After all, this building hadn't been opened in almost three decades, so why would the saurians care?
~~~
If Trevor had done the usual checks that he did, however, he would have noticed that the windows on the upper floors of the back-half of the building were all broken, having been shattered by the thrashing branches of the trees growing close to the ugly building in a storm some ten years ago. So, entrance was quite easy for the various arboreal saurians run about the world, and for the dinosaurs that ate those tree-dwelling creatures...
