Ikeda slumps against the wall, in response to Taipan's command as much as physical exertion. Blood is still trickling from the massive wound inflicted by Taipan's katana and has begun to pool on the floor. The man's pupil dilations and shallow breathing confirms what Taipan suspects-- the man is in shock from the physical trauma. Beads of perspiration welling on the man's forehead coupled with an ashen pallor only further serve to convince him.
Before Taipan has a chance to do anything further, his augmented hearing picks up hushed voices. The poor acoustics of the detention facility make it impossible to accurately glean an origin, but he's certain that it's coming from outside. While it's too muffled to decipher individual words, he recognizes the harsh vowels and muted consonants of native Nipponese.
Run #2 - Between The Rock and a Hard Place
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"Kuso," Taipan spits under his breath as the faint inflections of his native Nipponese drift through the smoke. << We've got company approaching outside! Mick, get that door back open. The rest of you, inside quickly! >>
The bright treble of ripping Velcro carries over the voice channel as Taipan fishes into a thigh pocket, producing a small stim patch. In a smooth and clearly practiced motion, he rips the foil with his teeth and slaps the adhesive side of the patch on the wounded guard's exposed neck. Taipan grips him by the uniform and pulls him close, watching the man's pupils dilate in startled rapture before contracting to lucidity a moment later. As soon as they do, Taipan instructs in low and measured tones, "You will help us seal this block to the outside. You will also lead us to the passage to blocks C and D. Do it now."
The bright treble of ripping Velcro carries over the voice channel as Taipan fishes into a thigh pocket, producing a small stim patch. In a smooth and clearly practiced motion, he rips the foil with his teeth and slaps the adhesive side of the patch on the wounded guard's exposed neck. Taipan grips him by the uniform and pulls him close, watching the man's pupils dilate in startled rapture before contracting to lucidity a moment later. As soon as they do, Taipan instructs in low and measured tones, "You will help us seal this block to the outside. You will also lead us to the passage to blocks C and D. Do it now."
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Ikeda's pupils, nearly dominating his retina, quickly shrink to pin-pricks. The wounded guard sits upright, carefully nursing his mid-section. His jaw muscles are taut beneath the pallid flesh. He glances down at the torn, bloody tatters of his fatigues but nods at Taipan. "Second lever," he says in Nipponese, gesturing flaccidly towards the door controls. "Emergency lockdown."
A pool of dark blood has gathered underneath the guard. The arm supporting him slips in it and he grunts with the effort of righting himself. There's a moment where the man's eyes drift to the weapon that Taipan snatched away, but resignation quickly replaces ambition and he rests his head against the brickwork. His gaze-- now much more alert-- picks over the group of intruders filing through the door.
In one of the nearby cages, one of the few conscious prisoners calls out hoarsely. "This a jail break? Hey, aniki, you gonna let me out?" A filthy, heavily bearded and emaciated human man in orange coveralls reaches through the bars. In the adjacent cage, another prisoner mumbles incoherently, though remains prone.
The smoke has mostly cleared, and what little remains swirls just below the ceiling, as if waiting in a queue to depart for the outside. Scorch marks from the Instanbul Surprise mar several of the walls, and some of the medical equipment has fallen over. Just a meter away, the unconscious Nipponese doctor lies still, his white lab-coat riddled with perforations from shrapnel. He has a blood pool of his own seeping into cracks in the concrete floor.
A pool of dark blood has gathered underneath the guard. The arm supporting him slips in it and he grunts with the effort of righting himself. There's a moment where the man's eyes drift to the weapon that Taipan snatched away, but resignation quickly replaces ambition and he rests his head against the brickwork. His gaze-- now much more alert-- picks over the group of intruders filing through the door.
In one of the nearby cages, one of the few conscious prisoners calls out hoarsely. "This a jail break? Hey, aniki, you gonna let me out?" A filthy, heavily bearded and emaciated human man in orange coveralls reaches through the bars. In the adjacent cage, another prisoner mumbles incoherently, though remains prone.
The smoke has mostly cleared, and what little remains swirls just below the ceiling, as if waiting in a queue to depart for the outside. Scorch marks from the Instanbul Surprise mar several of the walls, and some of the medical equipment has fallen over. Just a meter away, the unconscious Nipponese doctor lies still, his white lab-coat riddled with perforations from shrapnel. He has a blood pool of his own seeping into cracks in the concrete floor.
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Three seconds.
That's how long it took for the scene around Mouse to erupt into total chaos, only to be silenced in a barrage of gunfire. The sudden transformation of the setting is an assault on her meatspace senses. Her ears are still ringing from the shots fired nearby, and a distinct, copper-wire scent intermingles with the belching smog, fusing into a foul combination reminiscent of overheating machinery. Between plumes of smoke, Mouse’s focus flits from Reiya, her crossbow, to Axel, his pistol, as though she's suddenly seeing her teammates for the first time in full bloody detail, in turn forcing a sudden recalculation of variables she had, until now, written off as constants.
Up until now, every murder had been easily digestible in its abstraction: reports over comms traffic, filtered through drone feeds, or merely implied by disappearing icons. She'd liked it better that way.
The reverie is shattered with the text streaming across her retinas, and despite the fact that the blast doors are still clearly wafting smoke, Taipan's orders prove authoritative enough to bypass animal instinct. The decker slips inside without a word, only letting out the softest of yelps as she stumbles over something in her path. She regrets looking down the instant she realizes that she had, in fact, nearly tripped over the crumpled body of one of the guards, now reduced to his core components of meat and metal. She chokes back the rush of bile that accompanies this discovery, instead forcing herself to focus on her targets: the terminal and the doctor.
She approaches the doctor’s body first, dropping her bag to kneel beside his still form. <<Looks like our good doctor got a Turkish facial.>> She tries to feign a casual nonchalance as she digs through her pack, before withdrawing a trauma patch. Even so, she can’t fully hide the cringe of disgust as she reaches for the body, to rearrange the doctor’s uniform (or what’s left of it) to expose his chest. The decker leans in, watching with her untrained eye for the rise and fall of breath. <<Not that Zetsumei-Sensei deserves anything less than a miserable death, but we might need his ‘living tissue’ to get past the biometric scanners here.>>
(( Mouse is going to check for any indicator that the doctor's still alive, (either an icon for an embedded comm popping, like with Heizo, or just obvious breathing, seeing as she's not exactly trained in first aid.) If so, she'll go ahead and waste her trauma patch on him. ))
That's how long it took for the scene around Mouse to erupt into total chaos, only to be silenced in a barrage of gunfire. The sudden transformation of the setting is an assault on her meatspace senses. Her ears are still ringing from the shots fired nearby, and a distinct, copper-wire scent intermingles with the belching smog, fusing into a foul combination reminiscent of overheating machinery. Between plumes of smoke, Mouse’s focus flits from Reiya, her crossbow, to Axel, his pistol, as though she's suddenly seeing her teammates for the first time in full bloody detail, in turn forcing a sudden recalculation of variables she had, until now, written off as constants.
Up until now, every murder had been easily digestible in its abstraction: reports over comms traffic, filtered through drone feeds, or merely implied by disappearing icons. She'd liked it better that way.
The reverie is shattered with the text streaming across her retinas, and despite the fact that the blast doors are still clearly wafting smoke, Taipan's orders prove authoritative enough to bypass animal instinct. The decker slips inside without a word, only letting out the softest of yelps as she stumbles over something in her path. She regrets looking down the instant she realizes that she had, in fact, nearly tripped over the crumpled body of one of the guards, now reduced to his core components of meat and metal. She chokes back the rush of bile that accompanies this discovery, instead forcing herself to focus on her targets: the terminal and the doctor.
She approaches the doctor’s body first, dropping her bag to kneel beside his still form. <<Looks like our good doctor got a Turkish facial.>> She tries to feign a casual nonchalance as she digs through her pack, before withdrawing a trauma patch. Even so, she can’t fully hide the cringe of disgust as she reaches for the body, to rearrange the doctor’s uniform (or what’s left of it) to expose his chest. The decker leans in, watching with her untrained eye for the rise and fall of breath. <<Not that Zetsumei-Sensei deserves anything less than a miserable death, but we might need his ‘living tissue’ to get past the biometric scanners here.>>
(( Mouse is going to check for any indicator that the doctor's still alive, (either an icon for an embedded comm popping, like with Heizo, or just obvious breathing, seeing as she's not exactly trained in first aid.) If so, she'll go ahead and waste her trauma patch on him. ))
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Mouse tentatively extends two fingers and places them at the base of the prone doctor's skull. There's a pulse-- not strong, but detectable. Using her teeth, she tears the packaging containing a trauma patch and snaps off the thin strip that protects the adhesive backing. It's not easy to locate a patch of skin free from both blood and burn marks, but she eventually decides on a suitable location. The wafer-thin LED embedded in the trauma patch alights, indicating that it's begun it's half-life. She's no doctor, so that's about all she can do for now.
While the off-the-shelf medical gear works its magic, the decker busies herself with examining the good doctor for obvious implants. When she finds none, she's not surprised; the doctor appears to be from a generation that generally looks down on modifications. His lack of military markings also suggest he may be a contractor, which would mean no mandatory military installations. The unconscious doctor looks exceedingly unthreatening, almost grandfather-like. A quick glance to the side serves as a reminder of where they are, which in turn serves to shatter the ephemeral and quixotic illusion.
Rifling through the doctor's lab coat turns up a few garden variety medical instruments (nothing with a pointy end, thankfully) and a sleek black vinyl keycard. No identification. Mouse decides to refer to him as Ishii-oji-san, in a fit of sardonic impulsivity. She snorts at her own cleverness.
A cursory glance to the back of the cell block rewards Mouse with a modicum of relief: the info terminal appears to be undamaged.
Apparently in an attempt to provide continued cooperation, Ikeda motions to Taipan. He points to a non-descript stainless steel cabinet set against the wall. "Erebētā," he rasps.
While the off-the-shelf medical gear works its magic, the decker busies herself with examining the good doctor for obvious implants. When she finds none, she's not surprised; the doctor appears to be from a generation that generally looks down on modifications. His lack of military markings also suggest he may be a contractor, which would mean no mandatory military installations. The unconscious doctor looks exceedingly unthreatening, almost grandfather-like. A quick glance to the side serves as a reminder of where they are, which in turn serves to shatter the ephemeral and quixotic illusion.
Rifling through the doctor's lab coat turns up a few garden variety medical instruments (nothing with a pointy end, thankfully) and a sleek black vinyl keycard. No identification. Mouse decides to refer to him as Ishii-oji-san, in a fit of sardonic impulsivity. She snorts at her own cleverness.
A cursory glance to the back of the cell block rewards Mouse with a modicum of relief: the info terminal appears to be undamaged.
Apparently in an attempt to provide continued cooperation, Ikeda motions to Taipan. He points to a non-descript stainless steel cabinet set against the wall. "Erebētā," he rasps.
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Re: Run #2 - Between The Rock and a Hard Place
Axel's breath comes flickering back in a stutter, the dark vignette around his vision making itself known to him for the first time before retreating to the edges. His legs feel like they belong to a walker drone with a bad signal, but they somehow propel him forward toward the large door. He passes a body. It looks familiar for a moment, and Axel realizes that its the man he killed moments ago, the recollection coming back like an old memory that hasn't been touched in years.
I did that. He thinks, whether to plant a flag of accomplishment or to castigate himself for taking a metahuman life for the first time with his own hands, he couldn't say at the moment.
He dives into the belching smoke, the trio of drones close on his heels. "That probably got their attention," he says helpfully once his lungs clear.
I did that. He thinks, whether to plant a flag of accomplishment or to castigate himself for taking a metahuman life for the first time with his own hands, he couldn't say at the moment.
He dives into the belching smoke, the trio of drones close on his heels. "That probably got their attention," he says helpfully once his lungs clear.
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The filthy prisoner crawls across his cage and presses his face to the bars. Wild, unfocused eyes aim in Axel's direction. "Fuck me, is that a mark three Doberman? Nice kit, omae." A shriveled tongue, like an old sponge, wipes across parched lips. "They had it comin', sadistic whoresons," he mutters flatly, tilting his head to indicate Miura's carcass.
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<<You ever play Goldeneye 64? That level where you have to defend the hacker against an onslaught of commandos while she’s doing her thing? Cause that’s the part that comes next.>> It’s not so much that Mouse expects her compatriots to be familiar with an ancient cartridge game over a half century old, but merely a weak attempt to play off the looming threat of a run gone loud, or just how alien it is to find herself surrounded by death. She turns back to Ishii-oji-san one last time, searching his face as she struggles to mesh her view of the evil he’s surely facilitated with the helpless geriatric before her, before giving up and merely plucking his keycard from his person.
For once, antisocial tendencies are on her side, as she moves in forced silence toward the terminal, blinders on to the suffering around her. <<Watch my hoop, ok?>>
(( Gonna try to connect however this one’s set up. (Hotsim, either via direct connection or datatap if possible). HotF just to get a foothold, then search to start poking around for info on our inmate friends: probably starting with Luis. ))
For once, antisocial tendencies are on her side, as she moves in forced silence toward the terminal, blinders on to the suffering around her. <<Watch my hoop, ok?>>
(( Gonna try to connect however this one’s set up. (Hotsim, either via direct connection or datatap if possible). HotF just to get a foothold, then search to start poking around for info on our inmate friends: probably starting with Luis. ))
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As Mouse maneuvers closer to the terminal, a sensor adjacent to it lights up. It seems to have detected the RFID chip in the card she nabbed off Ishii-oji-san. As such, the screen winks on. It's a good thing too-- there are no DNI or nanofiber ports that she can see. In fact, the terminal is an absolute dinosaur. If it were any older, it would have cathode tube technology. Her eyes trace the terminal, following an actual cable of all things that disappears into the floor. It would seem the data terminals are a closed circuit, hard-wired together-- probably almost as old as the building they're currently in.
She feels a bit chagrined that it was this easy, but takes it in stride considering the time crunch. Mouse presses a fingertip against the screen, relieved when it reacts to her input. For a second, she expected one of those bizarre, clumsy hand peripherals people used to use. With the expert intuition possessed by all techies, she flicks through the alien menu system and drills down into the inmate database.
Records of all the inmates are present, sortable by a variety of criteria. The query window shows a thumbnail mug shot of each inmate, their current location, blood type, and some other codes that Mouse can't make heads or tails of. She taps the first profile she finds, which opens a larger dossier. Here, the information is much more verbose, containing rap sheets, psych profiles, medical charts and histories, as well as clinicians' and guards' notes.
Conrad wasn't lying, Mouse thinks. She scrolls down past charges like ARMED ROBBERY, MURDER FIRST, KIDNAPPING, SEDITION, TERRORISTIC ACTS, ARSON, RAPE, AGGRAVATED ASSAULT. While it's possible that there could be trumped up charges in the mix, Mouse doubts why the Imperial Army would frame anyone would they could simply disappear them. On a whim, she checks a few of the booking dates. While not plentiful, there are definitely at least a few inmates that had to have to been sequestered here prior to Saito's coup. Whatever is happening here, it's clear that Black Site D is both prison and blacksite.
She feels a bit chagrined that it was this easy, but takes it in stride considering the time crunch. Mouse presses a fingertip against the screen, relieved when it reacts to her input. For a second, she expected one of those bizarre, clumsy hand peripherals people used to use. With the expert intuition possessed by all techies, she flicks through the alien menu system and drills down into the inmate database.
Records of all the inmates are present, sortable by a variety of criteria. The query window shows a thumbnail mug shot of each inmate, their current location, blood type, and some other codes that Mouse can't make heads or tails of. She taps the first profile she finds, which opens a larger dossier. Here, the information is much more verbose, containing rap sheets, psych profiles, medical charts and histories, as well as clinicians' and guards' notes.
Conrad wasn't lying, Mouse thinks. She scrolls down past charges like ARMED ROBBERY, MURDER FIRST, KIDNAPPING, SEDITION, TERRORISTIC ACTS, ARSON, RAPE, AGGRAVATED ASSAULT. While it's possible that there could be trumped up charges in the mix, Mouse doubts why the Imperial Army would frame anyone would they could simply disappear them. On a whim, she checks a few of the booking dates. While not plentiful, there are definitely at least a few inmates that had to have to been sequestered here prior to Saito's coup. Whatever is happening here, it's clear that Black Site D is both prison and blacksite.
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“IT’S A UNIX SYSTEM. I KNOW THIS.” Plenty of deckers might have balked at the sight of the ancient terminal, which, by the looks of things, probably couldn’t accommodate even an ancient, keyboard-style deck. Mouse is not one of them. On the contrary, it’s probably for the best that there isn’t some corded or roller-ball system to navigate this thing, if only because she would have taken it as a trophy.
Instead, she navigates the old machine with an almost tender delicacy, the way one might approach an elderly pet in its slower years. “THIS THING WILL PROBABLY BE RUNNING WELL AFTER THIS PRISON GETS RAZED.” Of course, the fact that this mission’s gone jet-engine-loud is a continued source of consternation for her, since part of her wants nothing more than to spend a couple extra minutes taking this old beast for a spin… and making some quality dick-drawings in MDPaint.
Right. The time. She starts with one broader, more exploratory search- first filtering the results into the small handful of B-block inmates. Of course, if Luis happens to be among them, surely that mugshot will stand out. More importantly, she might catch a glimpse of whatever unnecessary medical procedures have been subjected on these inmates, to sate, or more likely stoke, her self-destructive sense of curiosity.
Instead, she navigates the old machine with an almost tender delicacy, the way one might approach an elderly pet in its slower years. “THIS THING WILL PROBABLY BE RUNNING WELL AFTER THIS PRISON GETS RAZED.” Of course, the fact that this mission’s gone jet-engine-loud is a continued source of consternation for her, since part of her wants nothing more than to spend a couple extra minutes taking this old beast for a spin… and making some quality dick-drawings in MDPaint.
Right. The time. She starts with one broader, more exploratory search- first filtering the results into the small handful of B-block inmates. Of course, if Luis happens to be among them, surely that mugshot will stand out. More importantly, she might catch a glimpse of whatever unnecessary medical procedures have been subjected on these inmates, to sate, or more likely stoke, her self-destructive sense of curiosity.
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Re: Run #2 - Between The Rock and a Hard Place
Axel notices the prisoner next to him for the first time. His breath is coming more smoothly, the ragged intakes finally happening on their own, rather than a conscious effort to remain upright. The pistol dangles forgotten by his hip, finger off the trigger only through prior repetition and habit.
"Heh, probably the first time anyone's admired old Doug here." He replies, "which reminds me. Kids: hedgehog."
The three drones reposition themselves at equal distances around the center of the group, guns pointed outward in a defensive trefoil.
Axel cranes his neck over the ancient terminal that Mouse is busy interrogating. "UNIX? Think I found an old dog brain once that used that. Old, clunky, and ultimately useless. Had some 'zeroth law' routine running on it that wouldn't let it operate a turret. Never figured out how to uninstall that."
"Heh, probably the first time anyone's admired old Doug here." He replies, "which reminds me. Kids: hedgehog."
The three drones reposition themselves at equal distances around the center of the group, guns pointed outward in a defensive trefoil.
Axel cranes his neck over the ancient terminal that Mouse is busy interrogating. "UNIX? Think I found an old dog brain once that used that. Old, clunky, and ultimately useless. Had some 'zeroth law' routine running on it that wouldn't let it operate a turret. Never figured out how to uninstall that."
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"MAJI? WHERE THE FRAG DO YOU [FIND THIS STUFF?" Even muted by the synths, it’s clear the interest is genuine rather than scornful, especially when the words ‘old’ and ‘useless’ draw a click of her tongue. “DON’T LET OJI HEAR YOU TALKING LIKE THAT. I’M SURE THAT OLD HARDWARE HAD SOME USE, EVEN IF IT’S NOT WHAT YOU WANT IN A FIREFIGHT.”
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The flurry of mayhem unfolds rapidly, then abruptly comes to a halt; it is uncanny in its own right. The nearby faces that were becoming familiar now feel alien, eyes once thought to be shallow pools of naiveté are much deeper than anticipated. Reality begins to set in, the overwhelming feeling of being in too deep. A sudden queasy feeling, stomach churning with the thought of being exposed.
The leader’s voice over comms serves as enough distraction to snap back to reality, momentarily. Did he actually say anything? The green text displayed across the AR feed leaves a feeling of doubt about whether the order is spoken or simply something that was read subconsciously. The tone of the ringing is constant, a cochlear cacophony that is inescapable. Must have read it…
The warm viscous sensation of saliva pooling in the mouth portends the impending reality. Masked eyes follow the new strangers quickly make their way into the blast door that is billowing smoke. Time is critical, but the will to move is absent. One hand reaches to brace against the pitted brick wall, as the other lifts the mask just in time to avoid filling it with spew. What am I doing here?
The mask is returned to its rightful place, a critical line of defense in the now equally important task of not being exposed as a charlatan. Finally a muscular response, the synapses in the brain return to some kind of working order. One leg moves to take a step, hand still bracing the wall for support. The other leg follows suit after what feels like minutes. They both begin to move in conjunction once again, no longer needing the tertiary support of the wall.
Into the smoke, ducking down to avoid the partially closed door. A foot contacts something solid during the process, Shit, shit shit! Gravity takes hold, pulling the stumbling mass to the ground while crossing the threshold. There is an attempt to roll, to make it appear purposeful, just another poor disguise to try and maintain the veil. Idiot
Pistol drawn and pointed toward the entryway with both hands, fixated on the opening while lying on the ground. The breaths are fast and heavy.
The stranger's voice can be heard a short distance away, ‘That probably got their attention’ accompanied by the mechanical sounds of the murderbot army in tow. The cavalier attitude, this is normal for the strangers.
More conversation and lines of green text, jokes. Stand up.
The leader’s voice over comms serves as enough distraction to snap back to reality, momentarily. Did he actually say anything? The green text displayed across the AR feed leaves a feeling of doubt about whether the order is spoken or simply something that was read subconsciously. The tone of the ringing is constant, a cochlear cacophony that is inescapable. Must have read it…
The warm viscous sensation of saliva pooling in the mouth portends the impending reality. Masked eyes follow the new strangers quickly make their way into the blast door that is billowing smoke. Time is critical, but the will to move is absent. One hand reaches to brace against the pitted brick wall, as the other lifts the mask just in time to avoid filling it with spew. What am I doing here?
The mask is returned to its rightful place, a critical line of defense in the now equally important task of not being exposed as a charlatan. Finally a muscular response, the synapses in the brain return to some kind of working order. One leg moves to take a step, hand still bracing the wall for support. The other leg follows suit after what feels like minutes. They both begin to move in conjunction once again, no longer needing the tertiary support of the wall.
Into the smoke, ducking down to avoid the partially closed door. A foot contacts something solid during the process, Shit, shit shit! Gravity takes hold, pulling the stumbling mass to the ground while crossing the threshold. There is an attempt to roll, to make it appear purposeful, just another poor disguise to try and maintain the veil. Idiot
Pistol drawn and pointed toward the entryway with both hands, fixated on the opening while lying on the ground. The breaths are fast and heavy.
The stranger's voice can be heard a short distance away, ‘That probably got their attention’ accompanied by the mechanical sounds of the murderbot army in tow. The cavalier attitude, this is normal for the strangers.
More conversation and lines of green text, jokes. Stand up.
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Re: Run #2 - Between The Rock and a Hard Place
Axel rubs the back of his neck in mock embarassment. "Yeah, might have it laying around still. Not much for throwing stuff out. What's the point? Only going to dig it up again on my next run..." He trails off, distracted by the idea that he might never go on another simple scavenging run. Not in this new life, at least.
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The mention of the perfectly-good dog brain still lying around somewhere is enough to momentarily drag Mouse's attention away from the task at hand, (and even the looming danger outside). She cocks her head briefly, as though struggling to interpret from Axel's expression just how serious he's being. "SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS, I NEED TO START STEALING YOUR STUFF." She concludes with a decisive nod, as though in agreement that this was clearly the intended takeaway.
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Mouse quickly locates the surname DeLeon in the roster. The thumbnail photo confirms it: it's Zal's man. According to the record, he's in Cell Block C. Text flits by as she searches for their other objective, but she can find nothing under the name given by Preacher. Changing tactics, she follows a hunch and sorts by Cell Block D. A few of the inmates housed there have no name on record, simply listed as John Doe. She sifts through the thumbnail photos, pulse rising. What if he was moved? What if he was...
She exhales slowly. One of the John Does' photos is of an Amerind man with a bruised face. AR windows juggle as she retrieves the image of Achak provided by Preacher and compares them. He looks a little worse for wear, but it's their man. As expected: tucked away in the block for Awakened individuals. Curiosity gets the better of her and she opens the dossier.
Achak's record is mostly empty besides several columns of generic descriptors such as height, weight and tattoos. There's also a short incident report attached. Apparently Achak injured two guards while being transferred to D block. Good for him, Mouse thinks. At the bottom of the dossier, it simply reads: SEDITION -- ESPIANOGE.
"Omae," drawls the filthy prisoner. He waggles his fingers at Axel. "Do me a solid and open this cage, huh?"
Ikeda coughs and groans. He's looking very peaked.
Ishii-oji-san stirs, fingers twitching.
Taipan lifts his head, gaze like a straight razor. The hushed voices are drawing closer.
She exhales slowly. One of the John Does' photos is of an Amerind man with a bruised face. AR windows juggle as she retrieves the image of Achak provided by Preacher and compares them. He looks a little worse for wear, but it's their man. As expected: tucked away in the block for Awakened individuals. Curiosity gets the better of her and she opens the dossier.
Achak's record is mostly empty besides several columns of generic descriptors such as height, weight and tattoos. There's also a short incident report attached. Apparently Achak injured two guards while being transferred to D block. Good for him, Mouse thinks. At the bottom of the dossier, it simply reads: SEDITION -- ESPIANOGE.
"Omae," drawls the filthy prisoner. He waggles his fingers at Axel. "Do me a solid and open this cage, huh?"
Ikeda coughs and groans. He's looking very peaked.
Ishii-oji-san stirs, fingers twitching.
Taipan lifts his head, gaze like a straight razor. The hushed voices are drawing closer.
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Yung places his dubious Ares Predator back into the hoster while lying on his back then swings his knees towards his torso as he performs a kip up. He slowly turns to survey the state of Cell Block B. “We find our man yet?” His voice is stoic, robotic, lacking in every way the lighthearted tone from just minutes before.
He brushes dust off of his shoulders before kneeling down to re-tie his shoes, searching for some kind of subconscious switch to reset his uncomfortable state. His eyes drift to the unconscious body of the doctor, riddled with shrapnel. His veil hides the wincing reaction.
At the sound of Ikeda’s cough Yung quickly draws his gun once again, leveling it at the wounded guard for a moment. He sighs in relief and slowly lowers the gun. “So, maybe this is a dumb question, but we got another way outta here? What did you find down below?” He asks, shifting his gaze to Taipan.
He brushes dust off of his shoulders before kneeling down to re-tie his shoes, searching for some kind of subconscious switch to reset his uncomfortable state. His eyes drift to the unconscious body of the doctor, riddled with shrapnel. His veil hides the wincing reaction.
At the sound of Ikeda’s cough Yung quickly draws his gun once again, leveling it at the wounded guard for a moment. He sighs in relief and slowly lowers the gun. “So, maybe this is a dumb question, but we got another way outta here? What did you find down below?” He asks, shifting his gaze to Taipan.
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With each discovery, Mouse makes a quick pinching gesture, using her own microcamera to capture a sort of kludged external screenshot of each of the inmates' dossiers.
<<C and D. Still no clue what the surgery was about, but we have to move.>> With a wave of her hand, she sends the full series of images to the rest of the team. <<Maybe if we yoink one of those tablets the guards were carrying, we might eventually get some answers. Or we can just ask Dr. Wily if he comes to, since we might need his meat-body to get into D.>>
<<C and D. Still no clue what the surgery was about, but we have to move.>> With a wave of her hand, she sends the full series of images to the rest of the team. <<Maybe if we yoink one of those tablets the guards were carrying, we might eventually get some answers. Or we can just ask Dr. Wily if he comes to, since we might need his meat-body to get into D.>>
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Taipan's pulse quickens once gain as the predictable tempo of battle reasserts itself. He tags the emergency lockdown lever with an ARO on his team's PAN and shouts, << Axel, make friends later. Throw that lever, now! >>
In response to Yung, the old soldier stands, flicking the point of his sword toward the steel doors of the elevator without taking his eyes off Ikeda. << There. Our path forward. >>
Taipan plucks the combat knife from the sheath on Ikeda's blood-soaked thigh and stares meaningfully into the man's red-rimmed eyes. Twirling the blade to grip the edge between thumb and forefinger, he offers the handle to Ikeda with solemn purpose. Loud enough for only Ikeda to hear, he murmurs in Nipponese, "Should you choose honor, I would be honored to guide you." Taipan hefts the katana slightly to punctuate the offer. "But... Time runs short. You may choose."
In response to Yung, the old soldier stands, flicking the point of his sword toward the steel doors of the elevator without taking his eyes off Ikeda. << There. Our path forward. >>
Taipan plucks the combat knife from the sheath on Ikeda's blood-soaked thigh and stares meaningfully into the man's red-rimmed eyes. Twirling the blade to grip the edge between thumb and forefinger, he offers the handle to Ikeda with solemn purpose. Loud enough for only Ikeda to hear, he murmurs in Nipponese, "Should you choose honor, I would be honored to guide you." Taipan hefts the katana slightly to punctuate the offer. "But... Time runs short. You may choose."
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Upon hearing Taipan's order to pull the lever, Yung decides to take advantage of the situation by making himself useful. He holsters his gun once again as he runs toward the AR highlighted object.
He firmly grabs hold of the lever and pulls it down.
He firmly grabs hold of the lever and pulls it down.
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The door controls buzz and the monitor reads out: LOCKDOWN INITIATED. The door shudders as bolts slam into place, forcibly preventing it from opening. Yung releases the lever and steps back. The blast door looks quite substantial; he imagines it could probably take an RPG or two before it showed any wear. Hell, Yung thinks, doubt Mick or I could even get through it.
Mere moments later, the LEDs on the door controls cycle, but nothing happens. The monitor flashes: ENTRY DENIED -- LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE. The only explanation for this occurrence: someone outside is trying to gain entry.
Mere moments later, the LEDs on the door controls cycle, but nothing happens. The monitor flashes: ENTRY DENIED -- LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE. The only explanation for this occurrence: someone outside is trying to gain entry.
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"We got the way out through the gas dungeon!" Mick hollers over their shoulder at the team, beginning to hustle in the direction of the trap door. "Thoryne, you got any mines or anything to give them a surprise if they get that door open?" Reaching the trap door, the ork pauses and considers this proposed egress. << Mouse, unfortunately, you might have to be somebody's backpack on the climb up that cliff, but I could do it. >> Mick grins at the idea, circumstances be damned.
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<<Now, my Nipponese isn't quite as good as Oji's, but I believe "erebētā" does, in fact, translate to "elevator".>> Mouse punctuates this with a playful grin, tilting her head toward the cabinet at the end of Taipan's katana. <<Though if you're that desperate for company, I'm sure Kusojiji could use a lift. And I'm never going to say no to explosives.>>
She herself seems all but ready to follow along with Taipan's admittedly-damn-cool display without question. However, as she looks back toward the other members of her team, the sight of Reiya seems to prompt some kind of reconsideration. She shuffles toward her ops-leader and the exhausted guard, having absolutely no sense of the ongoing discussion, but instead, preoccupied with her own internal task list. "BY THE WAY, YOU DIDN'T HAPPEN TO HAVE ONE OF THOSE TABLETS, DID YOU? IF SO, MIND IF I HAVE IT?" The synthetics apparently slip into the distinct sounds of Nipponese without issue, even if they sound no more natural than they would in English. "NOT THAT YOU REALLY HAVE MUCH CHOICE, BUT I FIGURE WE SHOULD AT LEAST PRETEND TO BE CIVILIZED."
She herself seems all but ready to follow along with Taipan's admittedly-damn-cool display without question. However, as she looks back toward the other members of her team, the sight of Reiya seems to prompt some kind of reconsideration. She shuffles toward her ops-leader and the exhausted guard, having absolutely no sense of the ongoing discussion, but instead, preoccupied with her own internal task list. "BY THE WAY, YOU DIDN'T HAPPEN TO HAVE ONE OF THOSE TABLETS, DID YOU? IF SO, MIND IF I HAVE IT?" The synthetics apparently slip into the distinct sounds of Nipponese without issue, even if they sound no more natural than they would in English. "NOT THAT YOU REALLY HAVE MUCH CHOICE, BUT I FIGURE WE SHOULD AT LEAST PRETEND TO BE CIVILIZED."
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Ikeda blinks lethargically. The man appears to be fading. It seems he is intent on cooperating while saying as little possible. In a bid for his continued mortal existence, he bats away the knife proffered by Taipan and instead makes a pawing motion at Mouse. Once her attention is secured, his index finger sways until it's pointing at a tablet half-buried underneath an overturned (and badly damaged) ventilator.
"Oy, oy, oy," says the filthy prisoner. The air of congenial supplication has vanished, alongside his hopes that the runners were some kind of jailbreakers. In its place simmers a hostile temperament. "You can't just leave me here, goddamnit." The fingers he's wrapped around the bars clench, then relax, along with his expression. "Hey, aniki..." He turns towards Taipan. "If Otōto-kun there doesn't want your pig sticker, how about you give it to me?"
The door controls cycle again. The monitor flashes again. The door remains closed.
"Oy, oy, oy," says the filthy prisoner. The air of congenial supplication has vanished, alongside his hopes that the runners were some kind of jailbreakers. In its place simmers a hostile temperament. "You can't just leave me here, goddamnit." The fingers he's wrapped around the bars clench, then relax, along with his expression. "Hey, aniki..." He turns towards Taipan. "If Otōto-kun there doesn't want your pig sticker, how about you give it to me?"
The door controls cycle again. The monitor flashes again. The door remains closed.
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The LEDs lighting up on the blast door control panel are enough to signal the prevention of entry to some unknown entity. The lever has been flipped, fight or flight reengaged, no more time to spend brooding over inadequacy. The sensation is a welcome one, bringing with it a semblance of his usual self. It’s time to survive, a little swagger never hurts.
Yung sprints to the overturned ventilator. <<Mouse, this is awkward, I’m gonna need to use both hands. Can you reach in and grab it? Be gentile, it’s delicate.>> He places two hands under the damaged machinery, squatting down to compress his thighs before reversing the motion and straining to hoist the ventilator high enough to allow access to the tablet.
He exhales sharply as he manages to find an angle to hold the apparatus while waiting for an assist. He turns to Ikeda. “Fraggin elevator, I knew it. Kiku, if you save us the time to figure out how to access the elevator, we’ll let you live long enough to see if your friends can save you, ne? No time for discussion, it’s a generous offer…considering the alternative.” Yung nods his head toward Taipan.
(( Intimidation to get him to tell us how to access the elevator. ))
Yung sprints to the overturned ventilator. <<Mouse, this is awkward, I’m gonna need to use both hands. Can you reach in and grab it? Be gentile, it’s delicate.>> He places two hands under the damaged machinery, squatting down to compress his thighs before reversing the motion and straining to hoist the ventilator high enough to allow access to the tablet.
He exhales sharply as he manages to find an angle to hold the apparatus while waiting for an assist. He turns to Ikeda. “Fraggin elevator, I knew it. Kiku, if you save us the time to figure out how to access the elevator, we’ll let you live long enough to see if your friends can save you, ne? No time for discussion, it’s a generous offer…considering the alternative.” Yung nods his head toward Taipan.
(( Intimidation to get him to tell us how to access the elevator. ))
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While some might rightfully object to the younger runners’ habit of drekposting through their comms, it’s probably better that such conversations occur out of earshot, especially from the inmates. As it stands, Mouse has already proven willing to mentally block out the external noise that is the prisoners’ cries for help, with a grim determination that must surely come across as cold, if not outright sociopathic. Instead, she outright welcomes the return to innuendo-laden sparring, which by now is practically reflex, completely mindless, even cheerful in a locale that has no right to be.
<<I’m surprised you’re asking me for this. I’m sure one of the guys would be happy to reach around for you.>> She cracks a wry smile, grateful for the assist- both physical and mental, and drops to her knees, peering underneath for the stray device. <<...so you want me to just shove my whole arm up in there?>> Of course, despite her appreciation for a good joke, she also knows full well that her fragging-around time is limited, and she simply swipes the device in one deft motion.
She shoots Yung a nod of genuine appreciation, before dutifully carrying the device back to Reiya. “I’LL CRACK THIS AS SOON AS WE HAVE SOME BREATHING ROOM, BUT YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HOLD ONTO IT IN THE MEANTIME- JUST IN CASE.” She leaves the rest of the sentiment unspoken, figuring Reiya of all people would have the empathy required to grok the rest. You’ll want this in case I die a gruesome death here, and you need some other decker to assist with your research.
Of course, there’s still the matter of the cabinet, and getting into the alleged erebētā and out of Cell Block B. “I HATE TO INTERRUPT YOUR DONGLE-MEASURING, BUT… HAVE WE TRIED JUST OPENING IT?”
<<I’m surprised you’re asking me for this. I’m sure one of the guys would be happy to reach around for you.>> She cracks a wry smile, grateful for the assist- both physical and mental, and drops to her knees, peering underneath for the stray device. <<...so you want me to just shove my whole arm up in there?>> Of course, despite her appreciation for a good joke, she also knows full well that her fragging-around time is limited, and she simply swipes the device in one deft motion.
She shoots Yung a nod of genuine appreciation, before dutifully carrying the device back to Reiya. “I’LL CRACK THIS AS SOON AS WE HAVE SOME BREATHING ROOM, BUT YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HOLD ONTO IT IN THE MEANTIME- JUST IN CASE.” She leaves the rest of the sentiment unspoken, figuring Reiya of all people would have the empathy required to grok the rest. You’ll want this in case I die a gruesome death here, and you need some other decker to assist with your research.
Of course, there’s still the matter of the cabinet, and getting into the alleged erebētā and out of Cell Block B. “I HATE TO INTERRUPT YOUR DONGLE-MEASURING, BUT… HAVE WE TRIED JUST OPENING IT?”
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Thoryne has been staring at the door controls, assault rifle in the ready position. The normally unflappable troll seems to be lost in contemplation. At Mouse's latest interrogative, he tears his gaze away and blinks at the team. "You said nerve gas, right, Taipan?" A troubled expression crosses Thoryne's features as he surveys the unmoving prisoners. "For all the care they show for their prisoners, I wouldn't put it past them to gas the lot of us."
With that morbid possibility hanging in the air and a renewed sense of urgency, the big troll lumbers over to the stainless steel cabinet. He bangs his fist along the side, listening as he goes. "This about where the bit that stuck out of the building was, no?" Stepping back, he eyes the furniture as one might a wild animal. Suddenly, he extends his cybernetic arm and takes hold of the front of the cabinet. The fascia of the cabinet pulls away like tissue paper under the strength of his augmented limb. Behind the naked skeleton of the cabinet is a set of elevator doors. The twisted length of stainless steel clatters to the ground as Thoryne discards it.
"Oh," he says, through a fanged grin.
With that morbid possibility hanging in the air and a renewed sense of urgency, the big troll lumbers over to the stainless steel cabinet. He bangs his fist along the side, listening as he goes. "This about where the bit that stuck out of the building was, no?" Stepping back, he eyes the furniture as one might a wild animal. Suddenly, he extends his cybernetic arm and takes hold of the front of the cabinet. The fascia of the cabinet pulls away like tissue paper under the strength of his augmented limb. Behind the naked skeleton of the cabinet is a set of elevator doors. The twisted length of stainless steel clatters to the ground as Thoryne discards it.
"Oh," he says, through a fanged grin.
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Beneath the mask a frown spreads across Yung’s face as Thornye effortlessly removes the cabinet concealing the elevator. Too easy. The entirety of the infiltration flashes through his mind’s eye. <<Too easy.>> “Drek.”
The convenient exit is right there, mere meters away. Seems logical, even welcoming. <<Mouse, you still got access to the surveillance outside? How many BDU’s you got?>> Yung lowers the broken ventilator back to the ground. He fishes his earbud case out of the interior breast pocket, quickly opening and inserting the augmented hearing aids into his ear canals. He swiftly moves toward the newly revealed elevator door, pressing his ear against the seam.
The convenient exit is right there, mere meters away. Seems logical, even welcoming. <<Mouse, you still got access to the surveillance outside? How many BDU’s you got?>> Yung lowers the broken ventilator back to the ground. He fishes his earbud case out of the interior breast pocket, quickly opening and inserting the augmented hearing aids into his ear canals. He swiftly moves toward the newly revealed elevator door, pressing his ear against the seam.
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<<Dame, chummer. Had to let those cool off- not that any of the angles were ideal for this block.>> She shrugs loosely, eyes fixed now on the elevator, obviously ready to move. <<I’ll keep pinging in case. Hachiman seems to run this place like an old man watching the electric bill- nothing turned on unless it’s actively in use… but we it might light up now that we’ve woken them up.>>
She grits her teeth in grim agreement with Thoryne’s assessment. <<No idea how long it would take for them to warm up the deadly neurotoxin, especially now that they’ve probably narrowed down our location, but I’m not about to find out. IKZ.>>
(( Matrix perception for general icons, namely anything hidden or sensor-related, but honestly I’m not expecting much. She’d probably just be doing that on occasion as they move, at least when things are otherwise quiet, so no need to fill in unless there's anything to poke at. ))
She grits her teeth in grim agreement with Thoryne’s assessment. <<No idea how long it would take for them to warm up the deadly neurotoxin, especially now that they’ve probably narrowed down our location, but I’m not about to find out. IKZ.>>
(( Matrix perception for general icons, namely anything hidden or sensor-related, but honestly I’m not expecting much. She’d probably just be doing that on occasion as they move, at least when things are otherwise quiet, so no need to fill in unless there's anything to poke at. ))
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Mouse's ping is met with a swarm of icons in her primary AR view. The geolocation algorithm pinpoints them at somewhere just outside Cell Block B, near the front. It's not difficult to deduce that they likely belong to the equipment being used by the hostile force just beyond the door. A quick count confirms that there are appear to be more icons than guards, which could suggest that reinforcements have arrived from the hill.
Yet another icon appears, this time accompanied by the low whine of rotors. Too quiet to be a vehicle-- drone?
The elevator doors are refreshingly cool against Yung's cheek. He takes a moment while he listens, savoring the brief respite. No hint of any life can be heard through the doors, just the distant sound of a cooling fan.
Yet another icon appears, this time accompanied by the low whine of rotors. Too quiet to be a vehicle-- drone?
The elevator doors are refreshingly cool against Yung's cheek. He takes a moment while he listens, savoring the brief respite. No hint of any life can be heard through the doors, just the distant sound of a cooling fan.
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Oh.
….OH….
The decker’s eyes go wide at the sheer scale of the approach. (Not to mention, it serves as an uncomfortable reminder that she should have been checking all along, rather than getting distracted by Reiya’s business, or very high priority meat jokes.
Her breath shudders as she inhales slowly, pressing her fingertips together. <<So, the good news is we have icons again. The bad news is, this place lit up like Yung’s room under a blacklight.>> She takes a slow step backward toward the elevator and jabs a thumb backward. <<Looks like our friends brought even more friends, including those of the metal variety. We should probably get a move on.>>
Her eyes dart between each of the unknown icons, mentally trying to calculate the time it’ll take to unveil each- time the team doesn’t have. <<With this many, it'll take time to ID them all, much less pwn them.>> There’s also the matter that being too blatant will reveal that their team is packing a decker, which could force the enemy to go dark again- a strategic tradeoff that right now, she’s not in any mindset to weigh accurately. She turns toward Taipan instinctively, as if intuitively waiting for an authoritative answer to bypass her analysis paralysis. <<But if you want me to sew some chaos on our way out…>>
She cracks Mick a nervous smile. <<...you still offering piggyback rides?>>
….OH….
The decker’s eyes go wide at the sheer scale of the approach. (Not to mention, it serves as an uncomfortable reminder that she should have been checking all along, rather than getting distracted by Reiya’s business, or very high priority meat jokes.
Her breath shudders as she inhales slowly, pressing her fingertips together. <<So, the good news is we have icons again. The bad news is, this place lit up like Yung’s room under a blacklight.>> She takes a slow step backward toward the elevator and jabs a thumb backward. <<Looks like our friends brought even more friends, including those of the metal variety. We should probably get a move on.>>
Her eyes dart between each of the unknown icons, mentally trying to calculate the time it’ll take to unveil each- time the team doesn’t have. <<With this many, it'll take time to ID them all, much less pwn them.>> There’s also the matter that being too blatant will reveal that their team is packing a decker, which could force the enemy to go dark again- a strategic tradeoff that right now, she’s not in any mindset to weigh accurately. She turns toward Taipan instinctively, as if intuitively waiting for an authoritative answer to bypass her analysis paralysis. <<But if you want me to sew some chaos on our way out…>>
She cracks Mick a nervous smile. <<...you still offering piggyback rides?>>
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Yung backs away from the elevator. <<I’m getting bad vibes, reminds me of an old trid. Technically a 3rd remake I think, Resident Evil Ultimate: Raccoon City Boogaloo. Abandoned facility, pseudo military commandos, super secret facility underground. That’s where our Kuroikaze await, maybe also T-virus, yeah?>> Sensing the nervousness from Mouse, and perhaps in some inane way to try and trick himself he offers a quick reappraisal, <<But more likely, it’s just an escape route if they had to quell some kind of jailbreak with the nerve gas, probably the safest place to be, ne?>>
Yung pulls his satchel around and begins fishing through it, locating a spare commlink. He turns to re-examine the interior of Cell Block B for a suitable location, quickly settling on the same pile of debris where the tablet had been buried. He strides over and kneels down, positioning the video feed in a way that provides a vantage of the elevator doors. He attempts to make it inconspicuous enough so as to be overlooked by a casual observer, before adding the device to his PAN. Finally, he checks the feed to make sure it provides a good view.
<<I’m all for softening up whoever manages to break through that door, but it might be kinda harsh to these helpless meatbags in the cages; I feel like they’ve suffered enough. Maybe we can save it for the bottom of the elevator, limit the collateral damage?>> Yung approaches the doctor, gives him a quick once over before sitting him up and sliding his arms under the unconscious forms armpits. He hoists the doctor gingerly over his left shoulder and uses his off-hand to secure the back of his legs.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Vamanos.” He says, moving back toward the elevator.
(( Is there any kind of button for the elevator? ))
Yung pulls his satchel around and begins fishing through it, locating a spare commlink. He turns to re-examine the interior of Cell Block B for a suitable location, quickly settling on the same pile of debris where the tablet had been buried. He strides over and kneels down, positioning the video feed in a way that provides a vantage of the elevator doors. He attempts to make it inconspicuous enough so as to be overlooked by a casual observer, before adding the device to his PAN. Finally, he checks the feed to make sure it provides a good view.
<<I’m all for softening up whoever manages to break through that door, but it might be kinda harsh to these helpless meatbags in the cages; I feel like they’ve suffered enough. Maybe we can save it for the bottom of the elevator, limit the collateral damage?>> Yung approaches the doctor, gives him a quick once over before sitting him up and sliding his arms under the unconscious forms armpits. He hoists the doctor gingerly over his left shoulder and uses his off-hand to secure the back of his legs.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Vamanos.” He says, moving back toward the elevator.
(( Is there any kind of button for the elevator? ))
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Dice Rolls
The filthy prisoner is watching the team with manic eyes. A trail of spittle bubbles from his mouth and sticks to his beard. "Don't you know who I am? Let me out of here." He reaches through the bars to grab Reiya, but she easily steps away.
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Axel waves in a come-hither motion, and the trio of drones form up around him.
<<Yeah, we may not be springing these folks, but I'd rather leave this place knowing I've only shot at bad guys. I vote we meet them and exchange words and bullets somewhere there aren't a bunch of caged bystanders.>>
The mention of drones sparks a kind of hunger in Axel, and his mind flits back to the motorcycles at Bongoland. Not now, maybe later.
<<Yeah, we may not be springing these folks, but I'd rather leave this place knowing I've only shot at bad guys. I vote we meet them and exchange words and bullets somewhere there aren't a bunch of caged bystanders.>>
The mention of drones sparks a kind of hunger in Axel, and his mind flits back to the motorcycles at Bongoland. Not now, maybe later.
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Yung clicks his tongue. <<Whelp, got a lock here, and I'm ashamed to say we've finally found something that I'm not good at. Anyone wanna take care of this before the blast door turns to slag?>> He shifts Ishii-oji-san's body slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. As he waits he shuffles through his Renraku AudioHub library, busying his mind with a task, hoping finding something to calm his nerves.