Office Raid

[Qesun Vendak]

((No, it won't go off without a hitch or trouble. We just haven't hit that bump in the road yet. There's this thing called 'Random Hero Syndrome' that tends to attract said trouble eventually.))

A menagerie of less then reputable individuals began moving back into the offices, making a mess of the entire place and tossing their current inhabitants to the side. Albin walked along nearby, advising some to just dump the trash bags and use those to take the necessary files. 'Well, things are going better then planned. I expected someone to notice by now at the least.' He looked back into the other room he came from before pacing that way, watching Tancer. He had to admit, the fox probably looked downright terrifying to those people. Perhaps someone to use when Reckard needed days off, though he doubted Tancer would enjoy the half that included more butler-like duties from how he'd acted so far. It'd probably seem too much like bowing to someone.

[Tancer Fang]

The purple fox finished shoving some random office worker "Move it, moron." He noticed the large horse watching him from a few yards away. Not one to let things be, Tancer just had to make his way to Albin.
"Yo, Boss horse, what's up?" He asked in his usual care free manner. He made sure his mask was still covering his muzzle. The things had a bad habit of coming loose.

[Qesun Vendak]

((I'm baaaa-aaaack))

Albin had simply let his mind wander as he thought about his next moves. He looked over at others working for a moment while the glazed look faded from his eyes. Finally, he spoke up and looked as if he'd always been paying attention and simply delaying an answer. "I was thinking about the next step in our plan, and how much longer we should prater about this place looking for clues. A subject of diminishing returns. No matter." He turned about and walked back out into the main office, still standing in the entry to the larger offices, leaning over to Rekard and whispering something to him.

"Alright you clowns!" The bear bellowed. "Boss says you've got 3 minutes to get this schnitzel together and get! Get your tails in gear!" His hair bristled and he looked menacing as he did it to insure his point was made. Many of them started to move quicker, just shoveling anything in bags that were marked as being higher priority or classified, except for the ones who were just strait scooping whole stacks into bags. Albin simply nodded as he simply looked around and watched. 'Good. Now all we have to do is dig through the junk these men dredged up and find the information I want.'

[Tancer Fang]

With out much thought Tancer made his way to the door. It was never good to linger around these places as the last one out was the first one caught usually. In his right hand he held a bag full any thing with writing on it that of any use. He had no clue what these 'shards' nor did he care. He wanted his slice of the pie so to speak, and he wanted the least trouble getting it.
"Next move, boss horse?" He called over to Albin with his normal devil may care attitude. "Money aint no good in the slammer." He added conveying his urgency to leave the place.

[Qesun Vendak]

3 minutes were up. And just as Albin was about to give the order to leave, Robotnik's voice boomed through the air, drawing Albin's attention to the window as it began its speech. The horse nearly glared at it for a moment, a dirty stare cursing the visage of the doctor for daring to interrupt. 'The fat man makes his play. I didn't need THIS much of a distraction. Maybe I can get something out of this, though.' he thought as he planned out his next move. He pointed to a dingo among the thieves. "You. I need you to run ahead of us and get everyone together. Find everyone who is interested in breaking the doctor's toys and defending the city. If we really need an escape, make sure we have a few keeping the paths clear. Everyone, this is our clue to go now. Lets go." He gave one last glare out the window before giving one other command. "Let them free. I'm not about to leave them to such a fate as this," he said, waving dismissively at the prisoners before heading out the door himself, everyone among him rushing for the exit stairwell.