tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999348.post-1099974726354832912004-11-09T14:30:00.000+10:002004-11-09T14:32:06.353+10:00"When the flash faded he was greeted by a moderately lit workroom. An alarm blinked as he stumbled from the portpad and a nearby worker called out in a mix of annoyance and astonishment. ‘Hey. How did you port in here? This is a restricted area.’ <br /> <br />He was too tired to augment and the smears of blood that trailed behind him prevented a bluff of authority. ‘I’ll be going then,’ he replied. <br />Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15077390135308302068noreply@blogger.com