The storage room the figure is standing in is very nondescript, and apart from the shelving there is nothing stored in there. The figure raises its gloved right hand to the side of its head and its white 'eyes' flicker. Turning slowly on the spot several times, it uses the enhanced lenses to locate any immediate traps, traps which wouldn't be immediately noticeable to the naked eye, let alone its trained eye. As it switches to ultra-violet, it pauses. The lock on the door doesn't belong in a place like this, and the last time the figure had ever seen anything like it was when he was being tutored by Scott Free many years ago.

Threads of circuitry are in the walls of the room, linked up to the lock in the door. The only options available are to either go back out the way it had entered, or…

Drawing its cape up off the ground, the figure crouches in front of the lock and casts its mind back to recall…