Feb. 18th, 2009

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The lobby of the bank is a massive, almost-monochrome affair, many-pillared and filled with statues, all carved from white marble that contrasts just wonderfully with the workers' jet black uniforms. There isn't a single splash of colour throughout the room, save for the glowing blue lights of the numerous computer consoles.

Atton (barely recognisable as such, with a beard, dyed blond hair, two scars across his face and bright, piercing blue eyes) hates it on sight. The sheer pristine paleness of it all gets his hackles up, for some reason. Nevertheless, it barely shows as he strides in.

"You both ready?" He murmurs to Medusa and Sam, without looking at them.
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The bank's lobby is vast, colourless and bustling with people. The crowds (both of black-uniformed workers and of similarly darkly clothed criminals) are perhaps the only reasons that Teja and Sparrow don't stand out like sore thumbs.

There are a couple of corridors leading off from the lobby (not including the vast circular door to the vaults), but there isn't a map anywhere to tell them where the security office is.
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The vault is very, very dark, and smells like disinfectant.

There is, however, just enough room for Guppy and Will to get out, and to the door (a massive, circular affair that looks very complex). It helps that not long after the door is closed, a timer inside the box reaches zero, and the hatch at its top, just large enough for one person to go through at a time, slides open.
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Outside, the planet that the bank is on is hot, dry and very barren. Apart from the bank, there's nothing around except rocks, cliffs and dust.

A lot of dust. Blowing around, making the sky look orangey-red, getting absolutely everywhere.
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Atton called in advance, so Irimore is waiting for them when they arrive.

"I must admit," Irimore says, lightly, as they approach, "I expected that you'd be doing business with us for a little longer."

Atton frowns, tugging on Sam's sleeve.
"Lucifer, sir, the plebs are being uppity. Make them stop."
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