[ keith goes over the plan multiple times in his head. after he'd slashed through the high tension barbed wire fence weeks ago, he's kept an eye on reconstruction efforts as they were and -- well, turns out they never actually repaired the fence so much as posted additional drones to guard the area. keith's been watching the activity from afar and by now he's pretty sure they adhere to a very regular and thus very exploitable rotating schedule. it shouldn't take much effort to slip through the hole when the guards are rotating shifts which should give him a solid three hours of recon time around the plant before the next shift change.
is this foolproof? no. but he's not going to attempt an infiltration of the building itself unless absolutey necessary. or if the opportunity presents itself to do so without arousing suspicion. again, he suspects the others won't like this, but he refuses to be the reason anyone else has to make another post crying to the network about their misconducts.
from within his cube, he gets up and glances at the time on his tablet. thirty minutes to go before the next scheduled shift change. it'll take far less time than that for keith to get up to the barbed wire fence, but he stands up anyway, a whole restlessness making him itch for movement. he paces from one end of his cube to the other, then feeling thoroughly unsatisfied decides to poke his head out to glances around and see if he can spot light poking through the doors of the cubes of his neighbors.
what he's not expecting is a large shadow of a man crouched by his cube door. keith flinches, instinctively, twitchily reaching for his knife before pausing, sounding confused. ]
no subject
is this foolproof? no. but he's not going to attempt an infiltration of the building itself unless absolutey necessary. or if the opportunity presents itself to do so without arousing suspicion. again, he suspects the others won't like this, but he refuses to be the reason anyone else has to make another post crying to the network about their misconducts.
from within his cube, he gets up and glances at the time on his tablet. thirty minutes to go before the next scheduled shift change. it'll take far less time than that for keith to get up to the barbed wire fence, but he stands up anyway, a whole restlessness making him itch for movement. he paces from one end of his cube to the other, then feeling thoroughly unsatisfied decides to poke his head out to glances around and see if he can spot light poking through the doors of the cubes of his neighbors.
what he's not expecting is a large shadow of a man crouched by his cube door. keith flinches, instinctively, twitchily reaching for his knife before pausing, sounding confused. ]
Shiro?