[She was working the front counter of the Mandela technology store appropriately named MandelaTECH, typing away at her bulky, old computer.. it was late into the hours of the night, the rain outside was strong enough to sound like pounding against the glass of the front door. she wasn't expecting anybody to come in, after all, it is practically midnight, and if someone did come in, it would probably be just to shelter from the relentless rain rattling and almost shaking the thick, ad-plastered windows outside. As she looked up from her computer, she could barely see though them to watch for passerbys, but its not like she really needed to rely on those old windows, there's now a "state-of-the-art security system installed" or, thats how dave had put it. the camera quality was awful, but typical for the cams nowadays.. not like anything better exists, right? Other than the eerie chill and stuffy air, the night was.. kinda peaceful and uneventful..]