.....The words of my companion on a wet afternoon, a day of locked doors, boarded up windows and overwhelming disappointment had lead us to driving around looking. For what? Anything. A house, office or pillbox would have done. The traffic jam we sat in gave us a chance to look about when... "Theres one!"
So we had a look.
OH..is this the part where some of you cry cos the angles arnt perpendicular enough..:nah::yes:
Let me continue the tale.....
We parked and had a walk. there was little exterior damage and the place looked massive...
Then. a voice. muffled and distant, it s*it me up..
there was no other signs of life or movement so we moved on...
The building kept its secrets and its identity hidden, no paper work or furniture ment no clues.....then the voice again. we stoped dead and waited......
no more sounds..what was that voice, curiosity over took fear i had to no who it was...
this ones level :notworthy:
Everything had been taken and what hadn't was smashed. However the far end of the building started to tell us something.....
An interveiw room and yale locked doors?? some kind of police station?
THE VOICE! Louder and much clearer. " your presence is unauthorised, stay where you are security is on route...." the voice slow and streched like a worn out tape... a recording.
The front desk..definitely a police station...
Panick button.....
and here, this is where the voice was coming from...R2's little brother....
Without power the magnetised security doors opened without the need of a keyfob, without a keyfob the systems active and the internal alarm is turned on....
but there was noone there to here it...
As we left this last room we entered a second secuity zone, this time the alarm had a high pitched noise and alarm that stoped us in are tracks, we left. On the way out we came across a man with some keys, it may have been that he was the the security man the voice was talking about.....
So we had a look.
OH..is this the part where some of you cry cos the angles arnt perpendicular enough..:nah::yes:
Let me continue the tale.....
We parked and had a walk. there was little exterior damage and the place looked massive...
Then. a voice. muffled and distant, it s*it me up..
there was no other signs of life or movement so we moved on...
The building kept its secrets and its identity hidden, no paper work or furniture ment no clues.....then the voice again. we stoped dead and waited......
no more sounds..what was that voice, curiosity over took fear i had to no who it was...
this ones level :notworthy:
Everything had been taken and what hadn't was smashed. However the far end of the building started to tell us something.....
An interveiw room and yale locked doors?? some kind of police station?
THE VOICE! Louder and much clearer. " your presence is unauthorised, stay where you are security is on route...." the voice slow and streched like a worn out tape... a recording.
The front desk..definitely a police station...
Panick button.....
and here, this is where the voice was coming from...R2's little brother....
Without power the magnetised security doors opened without the need of a keyfob, without a keyfob the systems active and the internal alarm is turned on....
but there was noone there to here it...
As we left this last room we entered a second secuity zone, this time the alarm had a high pitched noise and alarm that stoped us in are tracks, we left. On the way out we came across a man with some keys, it may have been that he was the the security man the voice was talking about.....
