The Orang committed the layout to what remained of his memory, but went back to examine each room, scanning for the slightest detail that might be of assistance to the Asian man. He'd first thought the younglings's rooms were good points , however, even with his elongated reach as opposed to the humans, the devices limiting the aperature's opening height were just too far away.  and the sensor in the adult room, complicated matters.

Breaking the glass pane in one of the youngling ... children's ... rooms was always an option, however, he was quite sure the group would not want to go that route. Mainly because if this residence turned out to not belong to any of the group, he assumed they would want to minimize any indications of their presence.

No, the lavatory was the best entry point for this level. He could only hope that the Asian had found a better one on the ground level. Having made his assessment, the Orang made his way swiftly to th edrainage pipe and lowered himself down as easily as he had shimmied up. Dropping the last few feet to the ground, he turned to the tall black man and inclined his head the direction of the park.
 
"How ith thee doing? Do you think they will provide help or hinderanthe to uth?" the Orang asked bluntly, knowing the black man was probably listening intently to the distant conversation. The Orang quietly envied the big male's heightened senses, knowing they would be of great assistance in gathering the data necessary to solve this dilemma of theirs. He'd have to make do with his own senses, and verbal communication from the others. Inefficient to say the least, but it was the only tools he had at the moment.

"So far, so good.  They're going to a house just over there to call the 'po-leece', whatever that is.  Let's hope they can help us.  No luck up there?"

"I did find a likely point of entry, depending on how much our young friend can remember about theethe alarm thythems. However, I wath hoping he'd find thomething better down here." the Orang replied thoughtfully. "I can make the climb eathily, but I didn't thee an eathy route up for our friend."

The older man wondered about these police... the word had started to evoke something, had at least caught his attention, but when he tried to imagine what a police was, all he saw was darkness. He sighed, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall of the house. 

The Orang eyed the large dark man appraisingly for a moment before continuing. "Tho, juth how good are your thentheth? Ith it juth your hearing or thight ath well? What about Olfactory ... thmell?"

"Far as I can make out, just hearing.  Least, that's all that's obvious at the moment.  Who knows?"

the Orang took only a moment to register the fact beofre continuing in the same vein, a stream of questions pouring forth. "Hmmm. Perhapth your other thentheth are heightened, but you need to actively attempt to uthe them. Tell me, can you thmell our yellow haired friend? What about the beath you mentioned the femaleth were accompanied by? Can you tell me in detail what the other two are wearing for outer coveringth? Their hair, their eyeth?"

The Orangutan seemed almost to be frothing at the mouth with his intensity. The black man got the impression he'd have better luck grabbing a cloud out of the sky than to break the Orang's train of inquiry.

These were all good questions, and the older man was glad that the Orang's curiosity had driven it to ask them. 

"I don't mean to be rude, but I've been wondering... are you male or female?" he asked the simian. "I keep thinking of you as an 'it', and that just doesn't seem to be appropriate."

The twin seemed to have no concept of personal boundaries as she crept up behind him, peering serenely over his shoulder. Upon seeing the button panel that was the object of his interest, she slid one of her hands along the side of his arm in an attempt to touch it, while still keeping the Asian firmly between herself and the giant mechanism.  He couldn't help but notice the flecking of goosebumps upon her skin from the cold and the slight shiver of her body as she pressed against him. 

As her fingers neared the keypad the Asian man shook off his distraction and moved his own hand slightly, keeping hers from the keypad.

"No, no," he said softly and without reproach. "Let's not do that." Instead he tilted his head slightly, looking over the plastic box itself before reaching up and pulling the cover off. The cover was attached to a small hole in the wall by several wires. The hole seemed to be between the outer and inner walls, and more wires could be seen within. The Asian man ignored those and instead studied the component in his hand.

His silent friend watched with wide eyed curiosity as he played with the box.  His simple request seemed to have made some sense to her, because she didn't make any further attempts to touch the panel.

Several small plastic boards--green with yellow lines, silver metallics bumps and other not-immediately-understood adornments--held this wires in place. The Asian glanced between the component and the wall a couple of times before taking hold of several of the wires and pulling them off the component, leaving only one black wire still attached.

Examining the ends of the wires he picked at one with his thumb, exposing more of the copper filament within, before touching the wires back to the keypad.

Nothing happened.

His brows furrowed in thought as he again examined the component, then made a 'tsking' noise and pulled a small grey covering off, revealing a similar pair of small wires running between a black square and more of the small metallic beads. He touch the loose wires to the beads.

There was a sudden rumbling and the door began to lurch upwards, accompanied by faint squeaks and a muted,"Ha!" by the Asian man. He smiled at the silent twin.

The sudden and unexpected sound of the garage door, had startled the pretty blond.  Her movements were graceful and almost dance like as she stepped away from him quickly, her hazel eyes full of worry and fear as if she might run.  Then in an instant her gaze met his and she slid back into place next to him, grasping him tightly as she tried to see into the mysterious depths beyond the giant door.

"Pretty good, huh?"

Her response was a furrowed brow and an abrupt shake of her head.  A clear indication that nothing he had done felt pretty good to her.

He waited for the door to rise halfway then ducked inside, motioning for the silent twin to follow him.  He knew immediately that his invitation hadn't been necessary, as the woman nearly ran over him when he paused to beckon her.  Her eyes were curious again and most of the tension had left her body as her gaze swept the darkened room

The Orang rounded the front of the building just in time to see the Asian and the simple twin duck under the slowly rising door. Obviously the Asian had found a better access point than the one he had found himself. Though with the impending arrival of whatever authorities the women in the park were going to summon, this might not be a good thing.  He knuckled his way into the darkend space behind the door as it ground to a halt.

"I gueth you found a way in." He said, bluntly. "Definitly better than the actheth point I found above." He wandered closer to the pair, his eyes darting around the room, taking it all in. "Whatever ecthploration we do here, needth to be rather quick. The other female made contact and ith going with one of them to thummon the po-leeth, for help. If thith po-leeth perthon or entity ith thome thort of authority and thith dwelling ith not one of ourth, they are likely to take offenth at our entry."

The Asian frowned in consternation. "That's..." He stopped. He was obviously uncomfortable by the revelation that the polith--er, police, rather--would be coming. "We'll hurry," was all he said.

The Orang nodded. "Good enough." he replied, though the man's reaction to the word police had him intrigued. Despite his intense desire to find out why that word made him uncomfortable, he had to take his own advice and gather what information he could as quickly as possible. His inquisitive eyes scanned the interior of the room.

The vehicle bay was haphazardly organized.  Two wooden shelves ran along the left-hand wall and continued on along the wall opposite the door about half the way across.  On the shelves was all manner of tools, boxes, cases, and spare parts.  There were a variety of long-handled implements stood on end in the corner by the door on the left side.  A large wooden cabinet with six doors lay on the floor under the shelves.

On the right hand side of the bay were three large durable plastic barrels, each with a lid, a handle, and a pair of wheels, indicating that they were meant to be moved about.  There was a large plastic bin full of what appeared to be small metal cans and clear plastic and glass bottle of various sizes and shapes.  A mass of cardboard boxes, some broken up and made flat, others piled on top, were also present.  The boxes bore unfamiliar names and logos.

Under the shelves on the far wall was a bicycle.  The two-wheeler stood in front of what appeared to be a small panel or hatch set low in the wall.

In the far right corner was a short stairway leading up to a heavy door - based on the view from the back of the house, the security system panel was just beyond on the wall to the right.  To the immediate left of the stairway was a tall, wide, white appliance.  It rang with a soft hum as the trio made their examinations.

For the first time since awakening, the Orang felt comfortable with his surroundings. He started poking through the shelves, cabinets, boxes and drawers; taking stock. There was a lot of raw potential here, potential for what he wasn't sure, but it felt right. Should something need built, he felt confident he'd be able to scrape together something from just the raw materials and tools in this room alone.

The flap/hatch near the two wheeled conveyance caught his eye, and he knuckled his way over.  He poked a moment or two at the bi-wheeled contraption, marveling at it's construction and trying to piece together how it was manufactured. He soon tired of examining it and poked instead at the flap trying to determine if it opened, and where it lead.

The panel was just some light wood in a frame.  It was sized to cover a hole in the vehicle bay wall from which it slid easily.  On the other side was unfinished construction - a low space used for storage by the residents of this place.  There was a motorized grass cutter, a motorized portable air cannon, and several large plastic bins with lids.

At the sight of the motorized gadgets, the Orangs excitement ratched a notch. the components in those two devices jsut upped the ante on the potential inherent in this room. Visibly restrainting himself from investigating the devices further, he turned his attention to the plastic bins. Perhaps there was something in them that the group could use immediately, or at least something that might give him a clue to their current predicament.

The quiet but curious twin, finally extracted herself from the Asian after she decided that there were no immediate dangers.  She walked to one of the large plastic bins with discarded cans and bottles and looked at them for a long moment, before finally pulling out a small glass jar.  She rolled the cold glass against her arm and then held it up to her face, smiling when she realized that she could see through it, in a distorted way. 

She held it to her eye and then removed it several times before losing interst, her grip loosening until it crashed and shattered on the hard cement floor.  The loud sound made her yelp and jump back in distress, until she realized what had caused the unexpected commotion.  She scrambled over to the small stairway with the heavy door, climbed the steps and pressed her back against the door as she watched the Asian look around.

The Asian jumped, alarmed by the crash of glass. He gave the silent twin a short shake of the head before returning to his scrutiny. He stood mostly still, only turning his head a little to better see a particular item or section of the vehicle bay. His eyes darted here and there, cataloging items and filing them for future reference. It seemed he was looking for something, though. Something in particular, whether he knew what it was or not.

Following the sound, the black man darted around the front of the building, into the bay, stopping short of the shards of glass on the floor.  He looked from one face to the next. 

The Asian started to answer but decided his explanation would raise more questions, but ones which had no answers. He remained silent, instead.

Before she realized what was happening, the door opened and she was falling backwards into the inside of the house.  The floor was hard glazed wood, cold to her bare bottom.  Her whimper became a pitiful whine as she scampered backwards in an effort to regain her footing.

The panel by the door responded to the action with a continuing beeeeeeeeeeeeeep...

The Asian man's head snapped around, his brows furrowing, taking in the situation in several crucial seconds.

The frightened woman finally regained her footing and clamped both of her hands over her ears, the purple bag still clutched tightly in one of her fists.  She looked at the panel for a moment that was offending her senses, then at the black man blocking the door, and took off running into the depths of the house to try to escape the foreign sound. 

"Can someone put a leash on her..." muttered the older man with a sigh. He had plucked a long handled broom from one of the racks on the wall and was sweeping the broken glass off to one side of the garage. He'd stopped upon hearing the noise and was staring at the open doorway in resignation. "Is she alright?"

"Move!" The Asian man stepped forward quickly, sparing a dark look for the old man. He could feel a pounding in his chest. The noise of the panel, the beeping...it triggered a feeling in him. More than one, perhaps. Feelings he didn't have names for, but under different circumstances might recognize as anxiety, dread, and...excitement?

The Asian might have been clearing his throat, but the sound still sounded remarkably similar to a grunt, or perhaps a short growl. He didn't look up, however, instead focusing on the panel.

The orang found the simple twin's reactions quite interesting. Obviously something about the large black man frightened her. However, the situation seemed to be escalating out of control quite quickly. The Orang darted towards the open entry speaking to the Asian as he went. "Lookth like you get to tetht your knowledge much thooner than you withed. Deal with the alarm panel, and I'll try to find and calm our friend, or at leatht try to keep her from harming herthelf."

With that the orang darted into the dwelling hot on the heels of the frightened female.

The Asian sighed and glanced at the panel, hoping there was something nestled inside that would tell him what to do before...before what? The dread almost took him, but he shook it off. Alarms were bad. He could beat alarms. That was all he needed to know.

Well, that and actually what to do next...

The old man sighed and continued sweeping up the glass. No need to add injury to insult after all. 

With quick and deft movements the Asian popped the plastic panel off, revealing a small collection of wires. With only seconds between actions he removed the sounder wire, the relay and the key switch, fingers moving quickly across the circuit boards. Finally he disconnected the feedback loop, then simply yanked the red wire off the board entirely.

He stood staring at the now-disengaged alarm panel in his hand for several long moments. He let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and wiped a bead of sweat from his upper lip with his thumb. An unconscious smile ghosted his lips as he stepped back and took a much deeper, more relaxing breath.

"No company coming," was all he said.