T.A.A.S Agency RP

Mari
"Mmm. I'm in." After that, it took her only a few seconds to find the floor plans, and she pulled up the hours and shift rotations just for fun. "Here we are."

Quincy
Quinn walked over and peered at the computer over her shoulder, one hand down on the table. "Oh, good work. Let's print it." The hours and shifts are handy. He reached over to the printer nearby and snagged the cord, plugging it into the computer. "I'd like my own copy. So we need at least two, maybe three if we all want one." 

Mari
"Let's do five." Mari hit the print button. "So. Next item of business, where are we going?"

Quincy
He studied the blueprint still on the screen as he thought. "There were no security cameras in that hall we just entered - well, there was one, but it was off. That seems a little... suspicious to me. Maybe this section is having a problem with the cameras, but electricity is working fine and I'm sure the cameras have back-up batteries. I don't see why both the door and hallway would have cameras down without anybody doing anything about it." Quinn paused and glanced around the room. No cameras here, either, that he could see (he wouldn't be surprised if there was one hidden in a discreet location, though; or maybe a hidden mic). "Anyway, the research and records room sounds interesting."

Mari 
"Definitely. Any other thoughts?"

Outlaw
She awoke groggily on the couch, recalling nothing from why she was asleep, and having no clue what day it was. She sat up and looked around the living room suspiciously, then plopped her hat back up and slowly stood up, checking her balance.

Reagan
 He took a copy and examined it, trying to comprehend the maze of lines and squares in front of him. After a minute, he shrugged dismissively, shoving the paper into his pocket. "That sounds good to me."

Outlaw
She went to the kitchen, putting all her energy into keeping away the memories and still walking in a straight line and not smacking into things. The first didn't work, and she gripped the kitchen counter until the memories didn't hit with such force. She sighed and opened the fridge, staring at the stuff before closing it and wondering down the halls and up the stairs to her room. She flicked open a knife boredly, gently pressing it to her hands and watching the blood start welling.

Mari
"Alright. Should we go, then?"

Outlaw
She wondered back into her library, idly searching through the books on the many shelves. Anything to drown the memories that plagued her every living moment. She had fought for the underdogs back then, fought for the old, the young, the helpless, helped them protect their lands against the huge ranches wanting to simply take. She'd been branded with the name of a gunfighter and an outlaw for it, but still she helped. Helped until the times changed and she wasn't needed to help. But she helped still through the changing times, giving to the poor, treating the sick and ill, wiping out the gangs that threatened the innocent. She had slipped tips to the law while running from them, for the law was a restriction only too evil, and although she was many things, and was no saint, evil was not one of them. She had kept herself apart for fear of betrayal and hurt again, until that blue eyed redhead stole into her heart. Confound the rascal for it, for then she again was protecting; protecting him from what she need, and protecting the ones he loved in her secret, sneaky ways they knew not of. And all of it, the cold nights waiting in ambush, the driving hunger, the weeks in bed, riddled with bullets and sick with fever. All of it had gotten her where? Here, in a lonely, dark mansion, that was as haunted as the memories that plagued her every minute of every night and every day, wanted by all for crimes she did not commit. Many knew her scarred face, but they knew not of her, of the lonely, terrifying nights, the cuts, the broken glass that shattered against walls. All this.. it would earn her nothing but a bullet in the back and a lonely grave on Boothill, remembered by no one but the animals, the trees, and the wind. She thought of all this as she stood there in silence, her head bowed under the burden she carried.

Reagan
 "Yeah, sure," he replied, beginning to walk towards the door. "What's the worse that could happen, right?"

Quincy
Quinn glanced around the room one last time, mulling over the lapse of security. He'd just keep his guard up. He folded his papers and tucked them into a pocket inside his cloak before following Reagan toward the door. 

Shane
Shane walked quietly on his own, his mind tracing his history. He felt annoyed with so many things, though he didn't entirely know why, but he figured it would've been best if he was alone for once.

Outlaw
She grabbed her wallet off the kitchen counter when she reached it then headed for the door. She was outta coffee. and anything alchoholic.. which she had come to greatly rely on. She exited the house, and the gate, then trudged down the worn, barely visible, overgrown path that served as her driveway. It was 3 kilometres long, then just 20 more to town.. the wind felt good anyways.

Shane
After a few minutes of just walking, Shane sat down on the ground, looking around at the few trees around him, wondering where he was exactly.