Well, Val, there's an address book lying on a table, but you can't be sure if it's gonna be of any use. But some personal info might always come in handy.
Most of the floppies contain logs of older messaging sessions, and two or more are free. It seems there's a software made to convert messages into text files installed for the sake of the user's simplicity. The interface is quite easy-to-understand.
Fen easily finds a marble statuette (the loss of which will likely be noticed immediately) and an expensive wristwatch (the loss of which will likely be noticed not-so immediately). The shape of the statuette captivates her for a moment, however - it resembles a weird obelisk.
(@Albert) Rofocale: Agares Rofocale. And, miss, I'm afraid...
As he turns to Cath, a pipe indeed gives way with a loud clank heard from within the apartment. Rofocale glances back at the wall from which the sound has emanated with surprise, then stares back at the team.
(@Team) Rofocale: Hope you know your way around this kind of issues. Come in, please.
He steps aside, staying in the doors for a moment to let plumbers enter.
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Amidst clutters of unsuspicious numbers or those detailed elaborately enough to be unworthy of attention Valerie notices one that stands out. It's marked as "P." and is 666-4444. No comments are given.
Well, Lisa, you copy the data you don't have at hand to the floppy disk rather quickly, and as you skim through it, you notice that the topic of the discussion is reconstructing the... Galbadian missile base, previously destroyed? Conversants are the President and Rofocale, as well as someone with their name and address encrypted.
As he sees the plumbers go in, Rofocale calls out to Cath and Albert.
(@Cath;Albert) Rofocale: I assume this will take a while, so give me a moment. I'll mail my boss that I'll be late for work today.
Everyone present in the room with the computer hears the "I'll mail my boss that I'll be late for work today." part as if it was their death toll. There are three potential hiding spots - inside the wardrobe, under the bed and outiside, on ropes you have used to scale the wall up to the window. You have about 15 seconds.
The alley seems to be empty now, but there's a sewer drain on the ground. Some magically inclined operatives might want to do something about the scene, as their detect magic senses are tingling because of residual mana.
-Not wanting to take the address book, and willing to see if he'll leave-
-Valerie commits the number and who it stands for to memory, then flies out the window and onto one of the ropes-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Camazotz is listening in to the Plumber conversation from outside with his acute sense of hearing-
「The nightmare of the revenge monkey begins」