as written by Calcos
The riotous noise of the engine was like a predator's growl, the darkened beast swiftly advancing down the dead-end roadway, pushing around gusts of wind with its behemoth mass, whipping around the air and causing it to bend the blades of grass beside the asphalt. The trees outside passed by in a blur of dimly-lit green and brown, left behind in the vehicle's over two-hundred-mile-per-hour wake. After a sufficient amount of driving, the right foot eased away from the accelerator, the brake being gradually applied--not too quickly to avoid spinning out--before crawling to a slower speed, then even slower still, before creeping to a halt in front of a large, jagged cliff face.
A series of inputs on the holographic interface that emanated from the wrist triggered the facade to reveal itself; a large split in the middle of the lower portion of the rocky edifice, each half sliding outward to reveal the mouth of a long, dark tunnel. The Raven drove forward.
The vehicle came to a stop at the end of the line, parking upon a large, round and brightly-lit carport. The Ravenclaw sat upon that spot for a moment, before the whirring sound of machinery filled the cavern and the smooth sensation of ascension overtook its driver, the platform rising up further into the darkness. It came to a halt after moment, and the Raven popped the hatch of the car, clambering out with evidence in tow. Just then, a series of lights snapped on throughout the vast expanse of cavern that rested deep below the foundation of Knight Manor, illuminating an awe-inspiring scene of cutting edge machinery across various work stations, all resting upon large metal platforms or behind well-constructed rooms of steel and ballistic glass. Each area served a specific purpose necessary for the Raven's operations.
He called this collective workshop buried far beneath his home the Raven's Nest.
Sauntering to the right and across the walkway that branched off of the carport, the Raven sought the way to his forensics laboratory. The walkway ended at a flight of stairs. The metallic clanking of his boots meeting the steel steps reverberated throughout the cavern as he made his way up and onto a large steel platform, making his way off to the right and across another, much shorter, walkway. Stopping at a sliding glass door, he spoke. "Open," he commanded, causing the pane of ballistic glass to slide leftward and out of his path.
Inside was a slew of apparatuses suited for forensic investigation: high-quality chemistry sets, sleek computer terminals, various microscopes, a rather large fume hood at the rear of the room; it was all there.
Now all that was left to do was to set to work.
The riotous noise of the engine was like a predator's growl, the darkened beast swiftly advancing down the dead-end roadway, pushing around gusts of wind with its behemoth mass, whipping around the air and causing it to bend the blades of grass beside the asphalt. The trees outside passed by in a blur of dimly-lit green and brown, left behind in the vehicle's over two-hundred-mile-per-hour wake. After a sufficient amount of driving, the right foot eased away from the accelerator, the brake being gradually applied--not too quickly to avoid spinning out--before crawling to a slower speed, then even slower still, before creeping to a halt in front of a large, jagged cliff face.
A series of inputs on the holographic interface that emanated from the wrist triggered the facade to reveal itself; a large split in the middle of the lower portion of the rocky edifice, each half sliding outward to reveal the mouth of a long, dark tunnel. The Raven drove forward.
The vehicle came to a stop at the end of the line, parking upon a large, round and brightly-lit carport. The Ravenclaw sat upon that spot for a moment, before the whirring sound of machinery filled the cavern and the smooth sensation of ascension overtook its driver, the platform rising up further into the darkness. It came to a halt after moment, and the Raven popped the hatch of the car, clambering out with evidence in tow. Just then, a series of lights snapped on throughout the vast expanse of cavern that rested deep below the foundation of Knight Manor, illuminating an awe-inspiring scene of cutting edge machinery across various work stations, all resting upon large metal platforms or behind well-constructed rooms of steel and ballistic glass. Each area served a specific purpose necessary for the Raven's operations.
He called this collective workshop buried far beneath his home the Raven's Nest.
Sauntering to the right and across the walkway that branched off of the carport, the Raven sought the way to his forensics laboratory. The walkway ended at a flight of stairs. The metallic clanking of his boots meeting the steel steps reverberated throughout the cavern as he made his way up and onto a large steel platform, making his way off to the right and across another, much shorter, walkway. Stopping at a sliding glass door, he spoke. "Open," he commanded, causing the pane of ballistic glass to slide leftward and out of his path.
Inside was a slew of apparatuses suited for forensic investigation: high-quality chemistry sets, sleek computer terminals, various microscopes, a rather large fume hood at the rear of the room; it was all there.
Now all that was left to do was to set to work.
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