Who| Sigma and a his own wits
What| Sigma has some important information to get to 13 and the Capitol at large. Unfortunately, there's some security to get through
Where| A Capitol Technology center on the opposite side of town
When| Evening
Warnings/Notes| Riddles and puzzles

The Technology Center is practically deserted this late in the evening. Workers have left and the public doesn’t come here, especially not recently. It could very nearly be considered abandoned if it weren’t for the few lights left on and the small rotation of guards dutifully doing their rounds.

The shadows and general distraction of the state of the nation make it easy for the gamemaker to sneak into the building, his clearance gaining him his initial entrance. Surely no one would even think twice about someone so important being in the building, but being sighted might not be the best idea either, should any questions arise. Either way, his travels into the heart of the building are uneventful, allowing him to slip into the central technology room without real incident.

Inside, he’s greeted by an array of dead monitors and a few lit towers showing some of the computers and systems are still on, despite the state of the rest of the building. One of these monitors flickers to life with a simple button press and the Capitol’s emblem flashes onto the screen along with box for a password.

>ACCESS PUBLIC BROADCAST:
>CAPITOL-WIDE
Password:

Who| Albert, Wesker, Jet, Joan, Leo, Phi, Stephen
What| Planting bombs, putting on their terrorist shoes
Where| The Tribute Tower
When| Evening
Warnings/Notes| Takes place at the same time as the Technology Center

The Tribute Tower. Once a sparkling monument to the Capitol’s might and a residence to rival even the most luxurious of Capitol apartments now stands a silent, empty sentinel to the human (and nonhuman) drama that once graced its halls. Here is where all Tributes were judged, weighed, and valued based on their skills and gumption. Here is where the innocent and the guilty of many walks were kept like pets, the opulence masking just how wicked a prison they were being held within.

Now it stands empty and cold. No longer needed in this time of war, where masks start to slip and a gilded cage is cast aside for a fortified kennel, more honest in its uses even if the Capitol media will still not call it what it is; the place where the dogs of war are kept.

But even dogs must be appeased and so a small group has been gathered - four escorts and three off-worlders - to set foot within the dusty halls and silent floors of the former Tribute Tower under the guise of allowing the off-worlders to retrieve items they’d left behind when the move was made. Clothing, trinkets, sponsor gifts and the like, all deemed safe to possess and therefore a method of appeasement as the war drags on.

The building has only the bare minimum of power. With the dam destroyed in District 5 and many other smaller plants no longer providing to the Capitol, electricity too has become the victim of rationing, and a large empty facility doesn’t need it so much as the residences or businesses in the rest of the city. They will not be watched here, the cameras dead eyes hidden in the walls. The Avoxes are gone too, leaving the Tower a husk of its former self. The visitors leave footprints in the dust as they traverse the building, left in perfect condition but simply abandoned.

It’s the perfect place for what they’re planning.