"What's in it anyway? I'm a sysadmin. I dont need these tools to get my job done..."

"Well sir, you never used to say that to Q." He sounded pained.

"Okay, I will." I said more to ease his hurt at that time than anything else. I took the suitcase and took the staircase up to the server room on the 14th floor. Lifts were out thanks to Maggie.

"Damn Maggie's half cooked plans" I muttered as I wheezed up. Fifteen years later it was all too plain that I was nowhere near as fit as I used to be. Only a torch to guide me through the blackened building, I clumped up the stairs feeling not quite unlike leadfoot. I clomped on and reached the tenth floor and paused to catch my breath.

"A little more," I thought to myself. As Maggie had promised it was obvious that the generators had run out. And the UPS would have died out by now, with half the batteries due for replacement. I wondered if Maggie somehow knew about all this. Cant say. Like the old saying, 'Her spies were everywhere'.

I clomped up another four floors and the lights kicked in. I groaned. Unlocking the door, I slipped inside the server rooms. As I had suspected the main server had crashed and was now waiting for manual recovery mode, and the admin password.

I put the suitcase down and walked over to the server, logged in and began the slow and painful process of data recovery. As block after block was parsed, belonging to the mysterious Illiad, as I rebuilt archives, I could not help noticing that he was bad at drawing female forms and the subsequent flak he took, and the final knockout pictures that he came out with.

As I looked at the last picture that he had came out with, it reminded me of _______________________