>The tallest of the three twentysomething men facing him, a towering,
>heavyset man with long dark hair and an imposing brow, turned to the
>shorter, stocky, lighter-haired man next to him and said in an urgent
>half-whisper, "(How'd he get up here?!)"
>
>The man he'd addressed shrugged and replied, "(I guess the door wasn't
>locked.)"

You can tell it's early on in the WDF's history because they still have to use *words* for an exchange like this.

Meagen