[Xzylvador]

Tyr, show me the way and give me the strength to follow it.
Tyr, guide my hand and give me the strength to vanquish your foes.
Devoted murmured Norse prayers under his breath as he walked towards and into the elevator with the doberman drone at his heel, his head low and his mind in another world.

[Crossbow]

Digger does what he always does when he enters an elevator, notes the exit and puts himself in the corner of the car nearest to it.

[inca1980]

Machete enters the elevator.

[Kontact]

The elevator doors closed and the elevator made a short trip up to the next floor.  It occurs to you for a second to question how the elevator is still running with its counterweight presumably dangling down into the empty space below.  The door chimed again and this time opened to an atrium with only the glass walls around and a large, open stairway leading up.  There were at least four gun turrets that you could immediately see, each loaded with a belt-fed weapon.  The central staircase went up to the next level, and two smaller stairways doubled back on either side to provide access above that.  The first landing presented a couple of doors to either side.  The rooms also had glass walls, but they were electrically tinted preventing one from looking inside.  The stairs up to the second landing led to the outer glass wall, and a small corridor traveling counter-clockwise around the building by the aforementioned outer windows.  The building at this point was barely 20 meters across.  A single door was visible on this floor.  The hallway running the circumference of the floor was gradually stepped up so that traveling it would lead you to the next floor up.

[Crossbow]

"So I guess we are headed for the upper office?" Digger asks to the air. 

Once he gets a reply or some indication he will follow machete out, and start up the stairs.

[inca1980]

Machete peaks out of the elevator quick to see what he sees.

[inca1980]

Seeing that the coast seems clear Machete walks out into the atrium and starts up the stairs to the landing.  He'll start walking up the ramped up walkway as high as it goes.

[Kontact]

Machete headed up the stairs to the ascending walkway circling the top of the building.  The view of the city at dusk was incredible from this high up.  There were thousands of lights out in the distance from fires, set to turn away the late October cold.  Inside, it was surprisingly warm still.  He passed several doors on the way up, finding himself at last at a set of double doors where the walkway ended.

[inca1980]

Machete attempts to open the double doors, his shotgun still in hand.

[Kontact]

Inside the room, the view, comprising 2/3rds of the room's wall space, continued out the back windows, stretching off all the way to the roaming searchlights of the Ares encampment some 20 miles west and north of the tower.  The setting sun was still glowing behind it all, peaking up over the curve of the Earth.  This was a majestic place, a modern-day throne room for a king of industry.  The dominating feature of the room was a truly large desk made of rich, well-polished wood.  It was so big that it couldn't have possibly fit through the doors to get up here.  Whoever the asshole was who used to run this place, he must have had this desk built in the room for him.  On that note, there was no nameplate on the door or anywhere on the desk to indicate the occupant's identity.  Also no secretary, computer or anything else.  There were two low-backed black leather couches on either side of the double doors, flanked with potted plants, both first overgrown and then dead.  On the walls were several paintings and behind the desk, on pedestals, were a couple of sculptures.  Another couple of pedestals sat bare, presumably holding works of art too valuable to leave behind during the building's evacuation.

[Crossbow]

Digger continues to follow Machete, skulking more and more as the exposure to the dying sunlight increases.  Eyeing the room, he figures this HAS to be the place where they will find their swag, if they are allowed to leave breathing.

"So tank-lady, you able to chat us up in here?" he once again asks the open air.

[Kontact]

After waiting a moment, Digger can only conclude that there's no response.  Perhaps the head honcho didn't want anyone listening to what happens in his private office.  In fact, there didn't seem to be any evidence of drones or drone access above the heavy security checkpoint on 106.  The last 4 floors were stair access only.  Must have figured that anyone who would need a ramp had no business up there.

[Crossbow]

"I guess we keep heading up?"  Digger says, indicating the continueing stairway.

[Xzylvador]

Devoted looked around his with his eyes wide open. The view on the astral plane wasn't much more than the light fog Chicago's background count cast everywhere, but switching back to mundane sight he was surprised. The cold and foreboding echoes of a horrible past that shaped the astral space were replaced by a sight unlike any he'd witnessed before. He'd never imagined that in such an evil place, such beauty could exist. But he kept his head cool and remained quiet and alert, looking around for anything worth taking. Despite the view, this was still a location he'd rather leave as quickly as possible but he realized he could only get his partners to go with him after they'd found things of value.

"I had expected some sort of welcome. No rails, no drones... Where is that computer?"

[inca1980]

Machete looks around, and scans the walls....briefly glimpsing out into the vast panorama visible from the office and losing himself in the orange horizon.  Nightfall in the Zone always brought with it a tense foreboding anxiety.  When you see the sun go down, you wonder if it's gonna be your last glimpse of it ever.  He refocuses on the search at hand and

"If I were a corporate exec where would I keep my wine?"

He makes his way over to the desk and runs his hand along the underside of the table-top looking for switches or buttons as he makes one circle around the massive thing.  He also focuses his attention on the pedestals, particularly the empty ones and tries to see if they move at all.