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Post by Jimmy Candela on Dec 9, 2007 20:33:26 GMT -5
The officer who runs the front desk is pretty organized and stern. He doesn't talk much except to those who ask for his services.
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Post by Luke Kingsley on Dec 16, 2007 18:22:35 GMT -5
Luke walked into the building and up to the front desk. He was going undercover as a guard who was being transfered over from London. He had all the papers needed the he was sure this was going to work. He made it to the front desk and cleared his throat to get the officer's attention.
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Post by Jimmy Candela on Dec 16, 2007 18:35:41 GMT -5
The women working the desk was frumpy and had thick glasses. "Can I help you?" she asked in a scratchy voice. Clearly she loved her job. heehee
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Post by Luke Kingsley on Dec 16, 2007 18:45:55 GMT -5
Luke looked at her."I'm Kayne Martin, I'm transfering here from London. I'm a guard."He said putting his papers on the desk. He was making up his name because he didn't know if London had informed anyone about him at all or not.
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Post by Luke Kingsley on Dec 16, 2007 18:55:37 GMT -5
(ok so I have schoolwork to catch up on so I'l bbs)
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Post by Jimmy Candela on Dec 16, 2007 19:12:07 GMT -5
She took the papers. "Alrighty. Marty's office is down this hall to the left. He'll have yoru uniform badge, etc." he said. "He'll tell you what to do. Please go through the security arch and frank will pat you down" he said. Welcome to caldwaell" she said as if shed said it a thousand time.
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Post by Luke Kingsley on Dec 17, 2007 9:53:24 GMT -5
Luke nodded."Ok thanks."He said and he followed her directions. He stopped at the security arch and waited to be cleared first.
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