Mannequin

> PHQ.Armsmaster:  Hearing something.  Can you listen in?

A few seconds passed, then it came again.

> Guild.Dragon:  I hear it.  Wait.  Changing the settings on your microphones so I can triangulate the source.

As casually as he was able, he glanced towards the window.  Tinted glass, bulletproof, and reinforced with a low degree forcefield.  It would be easier for someone else to go through the wall than the window, but he couldn’t see through walls.  Nothing outdoors.  Just an overcast sky hiding the majority of the moon, and a faint drizzle of rain.  No person or animal, nothing else.

Clink.

> Guild.Dragon:  Vent, behind and above you.

Interlude 11d