Taking point, she slowly opened the door... and was met with a horrific smell. It was like every kind of domestic animal's scent had been rolled into one and left to stagnate. It wasn't pleasant, but the scent must have been an indicator that they were on the right track. The inside of the building, despite being a mess, actually had some cleanliness to it; the floors had been recently steeped and a front desk had a computer that was turned on.
"Let's see what we can find..." said Velma. She began to type the computer's keys, breaking down the security codes...
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