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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 2:38 pm
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ARCTIC BASE - REP
"You still okay in there?" came Sam's voice through the headset. "Me and Gale found some sort of entrance- " a pause - "maybe. We'll try to meet up inside."
The headset fell silent immediately afterwards, followed by static.
It was oddly too quiet in the area, no alarms, no flashing lights, no noises, nothing but every step Rep took punctuated again and again. Upon closer examination, each door seemed to be numbered from one to six, testing them proved that they did open, but the narrow tunnels they were connected to lead to vastly different directions.
And it was on door three that Rep would see her. Not the weapon, but Alice, just the faintest of outlines, who brought one finger to her non-existent lips before disappearing through the door.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 3:59 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 2:58 pm
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The door opened with a heavy clank, leaving an equally abandoned hallway still covered in steel alloy. There were two what looked like security feed rooms up ahead leading to another set of stairs going down - and there were people in the rooms but all of them were for some reason slumped over on their worktables, heavily breathing.
Sleeping.
Through the multiple camera feeds it showed the entire place oddly silent, devoid of sentries. Where there were sentries they also were unmoving.
The screens themselves were labelled in sequence, the first being 01 - LAB, 02 - LAB, onwards, and then into 01 - CENTRAL, 02 - CENTRAL which showed a series of crosscrossing hallways leading to a cafeteria, elevators, a series of washrooms, what possibly were dormitories and office space, and then further down the screens past 01 - ENGINE, 02 - ENGINE, 01 - PRISON, 02- PRISON, 01 - VAULT.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 3:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 3:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 4:26 pm
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ARCTIC BASE - REP
The more he blundered around down here the more Rep realised that he wasn't really a spy. James Bond might have been Scottish but he was also a hell of a lot more competent and fictional* than Rep was, as things were, he only had any idea where he was from sheer luck and that same luck and help was the only reason he'd found where he was right now.
The guy next to him making noise caught his attention only briefly before he went to the map which was what he needed, stopping to snap a picture of it on his phone. Three hundred floors was a long long ******** way down, he thought dizzily, it was one way to end up entombed in the arctic for ever and never to see Harrison again.
<> Tracey said. <>
Very very carefully, trying not to wake the sleeping guy, he retrieved the key card, but even as he did so in his other hand held a runic dagger poised over the guy's throat if he did wake up. He'd learned some things from Cael, and sometimes a scorched earth policy was what you needed. It was in the guy's best interests not to wake up and for the keycard to be obtained with minimal mess.
He hated taking lifts, it was always too ******** confined, too prone to breaking down.
*so meta
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 4:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 6:12 pm
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ARCTIC BASE - REP
The elevator ride was incredibly long and silent; it felt like forever as it sank deep, deep down, without any indicator of how far Rep had gone. Perhaps at this point he might have experienced a degree of sinking claustrophobia, the responsibility on his shoulders.
Finally, what seemed like hours later, the elevator dinged and opened smoothly. A low light buzzed overhead, revealing a long walkway that joined into a large central circle pillar. The pillar had a ladderway going up, branching out to several more pillars going all directions like a mechanical tree.
And in a large cylinder around the pillar were thousands of what looked like vaults, each one labelled with a number. There was only one open, blinking red, at nearly the very top of the pillar.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 3:16 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 12:10 pm
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White.
There was no transition, one minute Rep was climbing the ladder perched on what seemed like infinity, the next he was here. Again.
She sat at the table, the same one from his room, but her form was transparent, faded, as if she would disappear any second. She put a finger to he lips, pointing to a bird resting in a cage. "He's sleeping, let him rest."
At last, she gathered herself up, what remained of her, and extended one hand to Rep. "Will you return my favour?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 12:32 pm
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