@KatherinWinterFinding nobody inside, the short boy surveyed the room carefully before stepping inside fully, closing the door behind him. Even if cameras and chips were tracking his every move in the facility, any steps to cover his tracks no matter how tiny or inconsequential, would be good practice. This was a mission, even if a meaningless one. After a few minutes of fiddling with the cabinets to find them locked, he set about the desk to find anything useful. Paperclips and pens went into storage for later, as well as a pad of paper. A few more minutes of trying to access the computer - surprising unlocked, though apparently not connected to the main network without a password - he only found it full of performance notes. Curious, considering what kind of facility he thought this was, but he supposed even government-funded thugs needed entertainment. He didn't have time to get through everything, but he did look around for a mobile drive or some other device he could download files onto for later. He didn't know exactly what he'd do with them, but hey, if all else failed, they'd make great bootlegs at some point.
As he searched around the desk, he stopped for a moment as he thought to have caught sight of something beneath. I wasn't just a shadow on the trash bin, was it? Curious, especially if it contained improperly disposed information, he ducked under the desk and peered closer.
