Log:A Breach in the Case, Scene 3

A Breach in the Case 2015/10/30 Siege Indira Rick 3 "Who ever did this was expecting meta-human interference... maybe even ours specifically. You could smell Rick right? Well what smells more like Rick than his clothes? Nothing moore than the man himself." Griffin explains.

He continues speaking as he turns and heads for the top of the sump. "I wouldn't think so... I mean while our battalions aren't secret - we don't exactly paint them on the side of civilian buildings- at least not in our time."

He turns once he sets on a path to follow up and turns to offer Indira a hand.

"Blood. His perfume." Not so clearly, Indira means deodorant. "So...that was on his clothes?" She climbs up the sump wall after Griffin, grasping branches as some roots and saplings shift about to help push her upwards helpfully, as if the plants were sentient and alive, bending to her will. She grasps his hand to help pull herself up the last of it as they emerge. "They knew someone would look for him, and wanted to hurt them. Or kill them. Or us. Why would his team do this to him?"

Once she's on solid ground at the top again, she releases his hand and turns her head towards the batallion insignia. "Many questions. We should ask them," she nods towards the building, eyes narrowed in displeasure.

"I couldn't agree more." Griffin says as he wipes his hands on his pants. The begins a casual pace towards the battalion insignia and unholsters his weapon. He checks the power display, switches the weapon over to his High Intensity Laser.

The weapon whines almost imperceptively as capacitors begins to power up.

Indira falls in line behind Griffin as they march to the building. As her bare feet tread on the ground, she tries to sense through the earth, to find connections between that building and the structures underground.

Once Griffin reaches the building he looks around for entrances andany more surprises. But first he examines the insigna up close - to see if maybe the paint was still fresh.

The underground around here is an extremely complex maze of overlapping systems. As Indira examines it more closely and with a greater range from that "facility", she begins to understand exactly what she's feeling down there. Under her is a complex web of filtration systems connecting the buildings in this industrial "park" to the facility under the sump. Even so, there is definitely some kind of secondary network down there, the dimensions of which correspond to normal human dwelling construction, but it's sealed behind some kind of inorganic, heavily processed material.

She strongly suspects that anything interesting about this place is hidden underground, but she'll have to be choosy about how she gets down there so she ends up in the correct tunnel system under the industrial "park".

Copycat taps her feet on the ground a few times as she walks. "There is a strange series of...structures below here. Like a....kaldri." She taps her translator again. "Maze. And structures. A...room? Building? But small. Underground. Should that be there?"

Griffin shrugs, "I can't imagine those tunnel's blueprints are in the hall of records." He turns to Indira and asks, "Think you can navigate them now that you've seen them from above?"

He looks over the building, finding 5 entry points. The loading bay- and adjoining service door, he decides are likely locked up tight- including security systems.

He looks back to the paint, considering the other doors for a moment. The paint is definitely new- just not brand new. Probably a few months at most if paint hasn't changed too much in the past 50 years. This matches Indira's findings- not like you can just pop in tunnels overnight. He looks again at the insignia trying to put his finger on just what it is that's different about it in comparison to Rick's.

He shrugs again.

He thinks that the front door is probably locked up tighter than Fort Knox, and then heads for one of the remaining entrances- an emergency door. Likely less guarded because of the built in alarm. But emergency door alarms are simple circuits. They are rarely tied directl into the security systems, they only trigger those when they are set off.

Griffin's been on enough missions to know how to deal with an emergency exit.

Copycat nods softly at his question. "I think so. I can burrow us straight down, I think," she explains, unsure of how strong the concrete is below.

Indira nods softly at his question. "I think so. I can burrow us straight down, I think," she explains, unsure of how strong the concrete is below.

"Oh well forget my plan then. Let's just make our own entrance." Griffin says with a smile. He turns to the Ambassador giving her the lead.

Indira smiles back, then looks to the ground and through it. Her toes wiggle a little to settle on the ground. She holds her hand palm down and makes a sweeping away motion. Just once. The concrete and earth below them cracks as vines and plantlife grow, breaking through and pulling outwards to create a tunnel lined with roots and plant growth.

She steps forward into the sloping tunnel, roots growing out from the wall to match up to her feet to create step for her, before they begin to carry her down. As she goes further down, more of the tunnel is opened up by quickly growing roots.

Griffin whistles at the display of power. He follows the Ambassador into the darkness. He flips his headset over to nightvision as they decend.

Copycat feels her way through the soil without needing eyes to see. The network of vegetation and vibrations in the ground, plus subtle chemicals, help her navigate until she reaches the an inorganic wall. She places her hands against it to feel the material. "What is this?" she asks of ths heavily processed inorganic material.

Indira feels her way through the soil without needing eyes to see. The network of vegetation and vibrations in the ground, plus subtle chemicals, help her navigate until she reaches the an inorganic wall. She places her hands against it to feel the material. "What is this?" she asks of ths heavily processed inorganic material.

Griffin comes forward to inspect. "Looks like concrete to me ma'am. Why- you can't break through this stuff?" Griffin asks.

On closer inspection, She thinks it's some kind of woven synthetic structure. Partly metal alloys and partly some kind of... Nanofiber? It feels and smells strange, wholly unfamiliar really, but it doesn't seem impossible to -BREACH- with her terrifying plant powers.

"I...don't know..." Indira murmurs. She claps her hands together, fingers pointed towards the wall. She seems to focus a moment as thicker roots gather, then pushes her hand slowly forward. "It is not rock. It is metal and...strange. I did not think your planet built with...what is this. Nanofiber?" As she pushes forward further, the roots start to burrow into the wall until they create a breach wide enough for the pair to walk through.

"You're right- this stuff isn't like anything I've ever seen before, I was just kidding but good job, girl! You showed that wall who was boss.

Griffin looks at the hole, and there doesn't seem to be any real structural damage so he figures its safe to enter. "Stay behind me. Rick is gonna kill me just for bringing you this far. Hopefully if we find him he's unconscious and we can lie to him." He turns and grins to Indira to show he's only joking.

Indira looks to Griffin and studies his grin for a moment. She may understand that he's joking, but she replies in all seriousness, "I hope so. Because while I do not like lying, but in this case, it may be safest to lie to Rick." Wait, she doesn't like lying? But she lies to Rick ALL. The. Time

Most specifically as a way to get out of Rick's watchful gaze...

Griffin walks through the hole, and levels his gun as he scans the room.

Indira stays behind Griffin, then starts to focus more on subtle neurochemical connections, trying to find a network of minds to sense.

Welcome to the Future.

It looks, to Griffin's eyes, dismally like the past. Once he's out of the dismal darkness of the nearly 40 meter long sloping, curving tunnel of dirt and roots, Griffin finds himself in what appears to be a standard black site hallway.

There are evenly spaced overhead light fixtures that fill the endless, gray hallway with brilliant, neutral white light that doesn't reflect off of the matte grey floor or the blue-grey walls. Subtle perturbations in the finish coat that stiffens the weird walls of the long, round hallway add some copper, gold, and black flecks to the walls that provide visual contrast to keep one from suffering the sort of optical illusions the human eye is prone to experiencing when horizon lines are indecipherable.

Aside from the scent of freshly turned earth starting to flow into the hallway from the hole Indira has so lovingly crafted in its side, the air in here smells antisceptic and recycled. It is precisely Earth room temperature and the air has very little humidity, the better to inhibit the growth of mold. Everything about this hallway screams sterility.

Clearly the biggest question is which way to go in the hall. You could go left and head back toward the warehouse or you could go right and head for the "facility" under the sump.