Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150505190959/@comment-5142578-20150510222043

Upon reaching the roof, the mockingbird made his way to the airvent, watching his step. The last thing he wanted to do was step on a pressure plate or trip an inferred beam. Assuming this museum even had any of that. While casing the place, it seemed to only have standard security systems within the building, while the outside had little more than cameras and the occasional patrolman.

Upon reaching the vent, Mimic inspected it to see if he could open it. The vent cover was bolted on tight.

"Heh, bolted vent? No problem." he remarked. Bringing up his right hand, it morphed into what appeared to be a type of drill. Using the 'hand-drill', he undid all the bolts on the vent in a matter of only a few seconds. His hand then changed back to it's original form, and he gently lifted the cover and put it to the side. Gonna need to make sure to put that back on so I don't leave a trace. he thought as he proceeded down the ventilation shaft.