sirenspull_logs | So I write to this address I don't know

Who: Trauma and Claudio
When: The night of the 12 to the 13th.
Where: A high tech junkyard in sector 9
Summary: Dio has a birthday. There is breaking and entering involved in celebrations.
Warnings: Language, breaking the law, complete and utter disregard for walls.

Work was, as usual, infinitely boring the past two days. Except for one thing. One very very interesting thing. Someone in the higher ups had gone on a buying spree. While normally there was only one or two new companies dealt with by their floor's night shift, this week had been an entire floor's worth of companies. Apparently one of the upper floors had been lost in lease renegotiations, and it wasn't like they communicated very well, so after about an hour and a half of the boss shrieking on the phone, the files had all been left in boxes just outside the elevator.

That meant everyone from the janitor to Trauma had been wrangled into reading files and tossing them in piles by timeline and era. Trauma had been given a stack of newer ones because no one trusted the newcomer with anything older than a year or two back, and that was how he'd stumbled onto the Junkyard.

He'd been trying to figure out something to do for Claudio's birthday, and the moment he read "high tech" and "abandoned" in front of the word junkyard, he had an idea.

It had been a fairly profitable business in sector nine before the owner's son had decided he'd lost interest in doing the finances, and when the new accountant he hired ran off with all the money…Well, apparently there had been more than one loan, and a couple that weren't legal. Trauma was betting the "disappearance" was more like someone had gone mafia movie on the guy, but if they wanted to say otherwise, it wasn't his problem.

Trauma had copied up the papers and shoved the file to the bottom of his pile without incident, and had basically stayed away from the house as much as possible so he didn't screw up the surprise by accident, knowing him he'd have said something in the middle of being a jackass, and that was a stupid outcome he didn't want.

So instead, he stayed mostly away until wandering back in the direction of his work near sirens, and avoiding walking into the meeting place so he didn't have to tell the guy behind the counter, once again, that he didn't want the guy's car.