Log:A Breach in the Case, Scene 8

A Breach in the Case 2016/02/14 Breach Siege Indira Quiet 8

Indira keeps her eyes closed as she filters through all the thoughts floating around in the base, trying to pluck out things that seem relative. Suddenly, her eyes blink open. "Oh. There's more about the Subject they have information on. They have files with Mr. Freeman, Quiet, Orlan, Violet, and myself. And others I do not recognize. But there are names next to the images." Indira closes her eyes again to concentrate. "A human with long black hair labeled Gabrielle Grimm. A hero labeled Justicar. And another human with pink hair labeled Copycat."

As her eyes open, she looks to Breach, warning, "They have been watching you."

Night hangs heavily over the Colonial Bay Industrial Park, though there is a lot of light filling the sump alongside of its rear edge. Movement can be distantly heard from the position of our heroes and heroines, parked around a corner and nearly three blocks beyond the impromptu security perimeter established by their mysterious adversaries. Indira has spent nearly an hour using her Earth Sight and myriad psychic abilities to spy upon The Adversary from a this significant distance.

Despite the significant loss of time, it has been time well-spent. Indira has acquired someone's security code for the site - hopefully for the computer systems as well - and added several faces to go with names and titles collected both psychically and by Caleb's dimensional remote viewing. She's also determined that The Adversary has been watching Breach for quite some time and with quite a lot of attention paid to his associations.

Breach blanches at Indira's list of names. Even in the dim light and with most of his face obscured by his mirrored orange visor, it's clear that Breach's skin has gone a few shades paler. Pursing his lips, Breach gestures broadly whilst his head swivels amongst his compatriots.

"Apparently they haven't been paying enough attention to know we'd come back for answers. We set to go in?"

Griffin hears his name, and honestly isn't too concerned- especially after he helped break Rick out in the first place.

But Kat's hero name raises the hair on the back of his neck. He isn't quite sure why. Sure they've trained together and put some chumps away- but something feels different. He ignores it and focuses on the mission. "That's not surprising considering how they grabbed him int he first place." Griffin says before agreeing with Rick. "Let's teach this chumps who they're messin' with, and that if they don't start none..." He looks to Rick to close that classic phrase.

"Won't be none," echoes Breach. He smirks slightly and adds, "Gotta love them ancient Tibetans."

Indira merely looks between the two completing each other's sentences. Ancient Tibetan wisdom, eh? "I believe we are prepared," Indira chimes in.

Griffin nods as he flips his headset over to a combined nightvision/infrared.

The world becomes greyscale with the heat of his compatriots highlighting their details in the infrared standard hues.

He's already checked his mag, and he's ready to go. He gives a simple nod.

Nodding at the affirmative answers, Breach shoots a thumbs up in Indira's direction. It takes him a full ten seconds to realize she may not be familiar with the concept. Breach coughs slightly and comments, "Then let's, uh... Dig in?"

On Breach's shoulder, imaginary angel Bob Hope groans and leans on his Heaven Putter. Breach chose... Poorly.

Indira stares at Breach blankly as he gives the thumbs up. It's not until he says dig that she seems to comprehend. She twists her right foot into the ground, sensing through the earth to find another place to safely access down below.

Once she thinks she's found a path, the earth before her begins to churn and rise before spreading apart, pulled aside by roots in the earth. A small chasm is opened, creating a secret tunnel path below. "They may expect this again. I am trying to choose a safer, different path."

Quiet doesn't like the mention of files on herself. Then again, they didn't exactly try to scanitize everything in their smash and grab for Rick, before. Maybe they (whoever THEY are) knowing something about what transpired might work in the group's favor. If not, well, she can shoot anyone just as easily. She tucks away her qPid, checks her weapon, and gives a thumbs up GO sign as Indira opens up the earth.

Indira may be pondering why everyone is telling her to go up with their thumb gestures. She looks puzzled when Quiet repeats Rick's gesture, and looks skyward curiously. Is it a warning?

Griffin's head looks down into the growing cavern. "I call point." He says to the others as Indira works her Plant-Lady Magic.

Breach follows Indira's gaze skyward. He raises an eyebrow and sets his jaw, looking back at Indira curiously. Of course, this is relying on Indira to psychically understand that the questioning expression is on his face, because no one's going to see it through his mirrored orange face lens.

Looking over at Quiet and Griffin, Breach shrugs. He gestures for Griffin and Quiet to decide on who's taking point. Breach, in the meantime, assumes the rear-guard position, pulling his particle revolver as he waits patiently for the group to proceed down into the bowels of the Earth. For no particular reason, Journey to the Center of the Earth's main theme starts playing in the back of his mind.

Quiet can let Griff go first. If he wants to walk point and take the first hit, that's his prerogative. She waves him on before moving to drop down in afterwards.

Indira lets Griffin take point and begins to step down into the inclined tunnel. It's pitch black as they get far enough away from the surface, but she continues walking undeterred, and the earth keeps parting aside from them. A network of roots help support the walls of the tunnels, navigating them towards the base below.

Griffin marches on right next to Indira, his pistol held with its barrel high and his finger on the trigger-guard.

He is quiet as they march on into the darkness, but his mind is curious about what lies in store for them ahead/

Quiet shiffts her HUD to IR and ensures her motion tracker is active as they descend into darkness. She also remains quiet, though this is anything but surprising. The alternating layers of Griffin, Indira, herself, and Breach seem appropriate, and as good a formation as any.

Indira leads the (SPACE)team further below. The team seems well adapted for working in pure darkness. Finally, the tunnel levels off as dirt is swept away from a metal wall as before. The roots don't yet tear through the metal wall as she whispers to the others, "I do not know what lies beyond this wall. I can only hope there are no soldiers there."

For those who are looking or watching Indira, they probably could see that she had her eyes closed for the entire descent, yet moves without any issues.

It takes close to fifteen minutes for Indira to navigate around the sensor probes plunged into the earth. The subterranean tunnel is long and curving, sloping in various directions over the course of time. Eventually, however, she has to guide the tunnel upward and eastward, pressing dangerously close to the hull(?) of the subterranean base from the opposite side of their previous breach. Naturally, this infiltration point is pressed against the computer & medical lab from before.

Breach remains relatively silent throughout the trip, though he does not endeavour to become Quiet as Griffin and Quiet have done. He keeps his particle revolver at hand, his thumb resting comfortably on the hammer as his mirrored face sweeps to and fro across the tight tunnel behind the group. When the rest of the group stops, so too does Breach as he waits for Indira to work her way into the base with the superior power of roots.

"We're ready for whatever they've got, Indira," hisses Breach.

"Check." Griffin says with a grin. Someone is obviously happy about getting to take point.

Probably all that time serving as a impromptu field medic- and thus taking up the rear.

You guys probably don't want Breach to be patching your wounds. Just saying.

Griffin can patch things up. Breach blows them up. Quiet swings both ways a little. When they reach the wall after dodging things that perhaps only Indira can sense, Quiet lifts a hand to motion Indira and Griff aside. Likely due to her lifting her weapon to the ready and taking aim at the wall. Because there's a round for that.

She fires, but there's only the sound of propulsion; no explosion. Just, she hopes, the soft crack of the casing of the sensor round penetrating the wall before consuming its limited power in a sensor pulse, return, and burst transmission back to her suit.

Quiet could explain the results, but it is much easier for her to activate her holographics. A translucent model of the facility beyond is projected, as constructed from the sensor data. It looks to be the desired lab they were in previously, though the equipment is gone, moved, or disassembled and packed from where it last rested. There are no personnel contacts indicated within.

Indira reviews the displayed schematic, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "This may be a good entry point. But it looks like we may have to search to find any files left." Although if there are no files around, there's still people who have seen them, so perhaps not all is lost.

"Anyone think its weird this room has been cleared out? Like they might be expecting us?" Griffin asks pointing to the emptied lab.

"Still got a couple of computer consoles in working order, it looks like," murmurs Breach. He gestures toward the overhead displays and one heavy looking unit built into the floor. Breach glances around at the others and shrugs at Griffin's question.

"What're you thinking, Griff? They're hiding goons in the moving boxes? The overhead displays are auto-turrets?"

IF IT WAS A SECRET FACILITY, AND WE DISCOVERED IT, IT WOULD NO LONGER BE A SECRET. THEY COULD BE RELOCATING PERSONNEL AND MATERIALS TO ANOTHER LOCATION.

This is added below the projection after Quiet taps upon her forearm.

Indira leans in closer to eye the computer consoles Breach points out. They look so bulky and huge to her. Primative earth computers...they take so much space. "I can get us through the walls again and access their computers, I think," she offers and looks to the others.

"Nothin' I guess. Just seems... a bit easy. I know I'd be laying in wait if I thought we might be back." Griffin says simply.

"Hopefully it's lasers- I skipped lunch." Grififn mumbles to deflect attention from himself.

He nods at Indira's offer. He's ready.

"I'm with Quiet," comments Breach. He shrugs a little bit at Indira and Griffin, his mouth little more than a slim, straight line across the visible portion of his face. Breach gestures at the bare metal(?) wall ahead of the group and elaborates, "It may be easy. They're probably not expecting us to just charge right the hell back in here. Three of us are trained operators, we /SHOULD/ be re-grouping and planning our next move out in detail. Getting together resources and heavy weapons. We shouldn't be here until morning, at the earliest. Making this place disappear? They probably hope to have all traces of it gone before we'd probably show up - an hour, two hours before first light."

Shrugging again, Breach takes a step back and holsters his particle revolver. He smiles thinly, looking at the others as he adds, "Unless we're voting to find another back door into this place... Let's get into this place before they realize how stupid that kind of timetable is."

"Alright- well then there we have it. Let's peel this can apart." Griffin says shrugging.

Indira clasps her hands and listens to Breach's experienced opinion. "We should. But by then, we will miss our portal." Window. She means window of opportunity.

When it seems that Breach is on board, she turns towards the wall and steps towards it. She raises her hand out for it and makes a grasping and pulling motion. With the soft creek of wood, the roots grow and thicken, rising up and pressing against the metal.

While metal is stronger than wood, given time, roots and plants can break through concrete. This is just happening at a much more accelerated rate as the massive roots bulk up and push through the metal, causing a small rent, which quickly splits wide. The roots pull and peel back the metal much in the way Griffin had describe, perhaps not realizing it was literally. It leaves an opening large enough for them to file through one by one.

Quiet makes a hand gesture to Breach following his comment and Indira's verdant version of a can-opener. Specifically, she holds up four fingers, followed by a wobble of her hand to indicate uncertainty or possibility.

Griffin takes point and heads through the BREACH to see what is beyond the wall for himself.

Breach shrugs a little bit at Quiet's hand gesture. He makes a hand gesture that generally means 'talk later' and folds his arms across his chest as Indira sets to work on cracking open the subterranean space can. The Undead Soldier gradually reaches for his pistol again as the metal wall is rent assunder, spread just wide enough to permit single file access.

Automatically, Breach thumbs the hammer on the particle revolver. While Griffin enters the facility, Breach's gun starts that characteristic particle weapon whine as its internal accelerator spools to life. He keeps it pointed at the ground in ready position and waits for the others to storm once more into the BREACH.

Once more unto the Breach!

Quiet follows on in, weapon lifted and ready, despite the apparent all-clear from her recent sensor sweep. One of the annoying traits of enemy combatants: they tend to move around.

Indira follows behind the pair leading the charge, alert and looking about. And completely unarmed by appearances. Which makes her look more cautionary than a gunho type.

Quiet moves to take up an overwatch position on the/an entrance, yet out of immediate field of view beyond said entrance. She gestures for others to move up from behind, towards the terminal.

Breach is the last one to go through the hull BREACH. He keeps his pistol at the ready, its pilot beam painting a red splash on the deck plates as he enters the lab proper. Appreciatively, Breach's head swivels about in wonder at the weirdly post-industrial black site's set up. Fortunately, the Undead Soldier restrains the urge to whistle at what he sees.

Instead, Breach moves toward the door into the hallway and drops into a crouch alongside of it. He cautiously eases the particle revolver's hammer back into its stand-by position before holstering it again. Breach then unsheathes his combat knife as he waits patiently for things to go to hell.

"Lights are still on- and the terminals are still live." Griffin says, sounding a bit surprised.

He walks towards the center of the room where it's warmest.

His gun is leveled at the entrance.

"Can't tell if anything else is on- doesn't feel like it though." He adds.

Indira steps up to the antiquated terminal, by her standards. Hopefully her omni-access systems in her suit, a standard feature for most space-faring support adventurer types in the Andromeda galaxy, is up to the task of accessing this primative technology.

"I will need some time," she whispers as she brings up her left forearm. A holo-interface snaps on, with many moving pieces and dials at multiple levels, giving all sorts of readouts in an alien language only Breach might recognize, vaguely, from documents Indira has had at the office.

With all those user interface components, Indira only has to tap three before it starts to take over and automate itself, interfacing with the terminal to try and gain access to the data stored.

As Indira hacks her little heart out, Griffin begins poking around. He holsters his sidearm and heads straight for the sarcophagus elevator with intentions on following the track to its end.

He strides confidently, and as he does he holsters his sidearm to free his hands.

Indira isn't exactly hacking. The software's doing all the work while she just monitors it. There may be a neuro-interface component that others don't realize yet as she just focuses on the progress readouts. One thing she wants to do first when she finally cracks into the terminal, is to see if any of the security system controls are there to be deactivated.

The team splits into two groups because this works well for narrative purposes.

Griffin and Quiet, apparently satisfied that Breach will maintain the choke point into the lab, make their way into the room where they found Breach last time. It is still a 15m diameter sphere of polished steel walls that reflect the flickering blue light from the electricity arcing across the massive dynamo-like device at the center of the room. The recessed LED lighting is now glowing an ominous, emergency lighting red that makes the whole room feel even more unsettlingly paranatural.

Presently, the sarcophogus that held Rick earlier is not here. The flat plate on which it was mounted is, however, present and that plate is still secured to the freight elevator-like track system that leads from the non-conductive catwalk network down into darkness. Who knows what's hidden underneath the base? Not even Nexus' dimensional sight seems to have given any clues as to what might be down there.

Griffin and Quiet can probably hijack the elevator system and force it to descend with minimal trouble. They're both well-acquainted with the quasi-hidden control panels in here, after all.

Griffin smiles knowingly at Quiet as they see the empty track leading to whatever is down below.

Last time they were here, Griffin got quite the top off.

"Wanna go for a ride?" Griffin says, his voice mischievous as he looks down to the depths below.

Quiet looks down the chute, then to Indira and Breach, then back to Griffin. Her shoulders roll and she gestures to the express elevator to why the hell not.

Griffin jumps on the plate and offers a hand to Quiet as he says, "Our chariot awaits." He's grinning of course.

Indira's systems hack chugs along at a slow pace. Probably because it has the same translation problems Indira has.

Quiet takes the offered hand, steps onto the elevator plate, and prepares to be whisked away to... well, whatever's down there. It could be nothing.

Indira's holographic display keeps giving her the Andromeda Galaxy equivalent of an Earth GPS' "recalculating" excuse. She may have to apply more political pressure to the suit's automated interface systems to get the results she demands. For the time being, her display flashes from Andromedan operations lavender to Andromedan stop light green-blue to Andromedan all systems go orange. Processing dials may or may not be a frequent visitor on the holographic display as it works to become the best friend of the target console.

Breach remains crouched by the choke point, combat knife held in hand at the ready. This may or may not be the only time in recorded history that Indira may even approach being glad that Breach is quiet and still.

Quiet and Griffin board the elevator plane after they engage it. The thing chugs slowly downward from the catwalk, its rate of downward progress potentially agonizing in its sloth. Griffin, at least, has an opportunity to devour several entire all you can eat buffets. Rather abruptly the elevator seems to shift from one track to another and the plane on which the duo stand starts to accelerate downward. Over the course of seconds it goes from 1 kph to something much closer to 20 kph, which advances them rather rapidly toward a steeply slanted, downward tunnel between nodes.

After our hero and heroine pass into the tunnel proper, the entrance to it irises shut above them with a heavy metal KRRRRRAAAAANNNNNNG. That cannot possibly be a terrible thing, right?

The umbillicus between nodes is long and obscenely dark as Quiet and Griffin ride the rails through it. Recessed LEDs are visible only as the duo pass them, though their light is angled to shine downward onto the platform as it rolls ever downward and forward at a comfortable, deceptively quick pace. If the ride continued on for much longer, Griffin might be justified in being afraid of being eaten by a grue. As it stands, however, the vertical plane spends just over twenty seconds in transit from one end of the umbillicus to the other.

In front of Quiet and Griffin, the wall of the umbillicus irises open and the vertical plane becomes a horizontal one that ushers them into an enormous red-lit chamber. Sarcophogi line the walls of the impossibly huge chamber in the earth, it appears to be 20m high and a roughly elliptical 40m x 30m, far larger than any other room in the facility above save that first hallway the team entered on their first trip into the belly of the beast. The dimensions, it should be noted, are distinctly not at all comparable to those Nexus suggested for this chamber under the Medical & Computer Lab...

One may suspect they are not at all comparable to the exterior of this ominously lit area's exterior.

Up above, Indira continues to operate her suit's semi-autonomous wireless interface. She can sense as much as observe the progress it is making. Recalibrations are growing less frequent and the holographic interface window is starting to turn a crisp shade of vermillion that Indira may find reassuring from previous experiences. Her confidence may be bolstered by a growing sense of accomplishment as her and her suit's work continues apace.

Breach continues to wait, combat knife in hand, for a chance to deal death to his former captors.

The walls of the chamber in which Quiet and Griffin find themselves seem to be made of a brushed black steel(?) that oddly reflects the chamber's red lights into a sort of dull luminescence. As the horizontal plane grinds to a halt at what appears to be a sarcophogus loading/unloading station, our heroes get their first look at the crystalline finish of the floor within the chamber. Red lights glitter off of the metal flooring's unusual surface, diffracting in a range of visually stimulating directions as though the floor were trying to hypnotically ensorcel both of them.

Needless to say, this is probably not a good place.

Quiet hangs on to the 'elevator' as it shifts from vertical to horizontal. She likely grabs hold of Griffin as well. He is far less good company as a smear on the transit tube interior wall.

When the transport finally halts, she takes a long, slow look around, helm panning. After taking everything in, she offers a simple, holo-displayed comment.

HOLY SHIT.

Griffin does his fair share of hanging on too- just a bit later than Quiet. He appreciates her save and nods accordingly.

When they get to the room, hs mouth hanging open echoes her tone perfectly. "What the hell is this place?" He whispers to Quiet as he hopes there's another way out of here.

His jaw chatters quietly as his cells positively vibrate with untempered power. His eyes glow as energy spills out of them. "These coffins are drawing an insane amount of power from up above... I can feel it in the air." He keeps his tone low, just barely audible to keep things between them.

Indira is too focused on the readouts and transmissions from her omni-systems to notice that Rick may have the intention of committing murderventure. If she -were- aware, she would no doubt be extolling the virtues of mercy and compassion.

But since she's not, she's probably really distracted trying to find information and a way to access security camera feeds and alarms.

ARE THEY OCCUPIED? That is really the question of the moment. If so, then there is a huge cause for concern. Will this many be relocated? How? Is this some central holding facility linking several labs? Regardless of the fine details, leaving dozens... hundreds? of meat popsicles here for whatever nefarious purpose is not something easily done.

"I dunno- let's find out!" Griffin chatters as he darts over to the closest sarcophagus and peers inside.

Indira's Omni-Systems Access isn't all that omni at all. She'll need to patch it with some of Earth's programming languages at the very least. The system keeps chugging away, trying to bypass security features while translating from English to Asrani. But Indira is nothing if not patient. Considering the danger of the situation, she must seem maddeningly calm to her compatriot, Breach.

Griffin bolts from the mover platform to the crystalline floor and another 8m beyond that interface. He pops up in front of the sarcophogus and peers inside. Automatic blue-white LEDs recessed into the edges of the viewing window flicker to life, illuminating the slumbering face of a heavy set African-American male, probably in his mid-thirties.

Some patches of frost are visible in his military-cut hair and on his cheeks. An assortment of vital statistics appear on a holographic display contained within the clear material of the viewing window. The most relevant data is immediately visible: He is presently in a stable state of cold-storage, neuro-electrical and neuro-chemical activity is minimal, and his physiology does not immediately require any treatments of note.

Knowing our heroes, they are liable to scroll through the data and notice four important points of information. A) The Subject - a Donald J. Freeman II - "died" 2 January 1998. B) Donald J. Freeman II entered stasis 3 January 1998. C) Donald J. Freeman II has been transferred through 15 storage upgrades, most recently on 23 January 2064. D) Donald J. Freeman II is presently engaged in what the machine calls a "pre-REM, pre-stimulus rest cycle". There is a timer counting down toward "REM, stimulus cycle" which includes a yellow electrical symbol.

Indira's Omni-Systems Access display is continuing to gradually change to a crisp vermillion hue as it works on cracking the mysteries of Earthican computer programming.

Quiet floats with Griffin, not entirely trusting the floor. The reflections throw off her depth perception some, even with thermal and motion. She studies the form within, then the data readouts. There is scowling behind her helm. Even if they are not all occupied, that's far too many. Even if they are not all military, as this one appears, they don't deserve this. Deceased or ...whatever they are now. Maybe she's seen enough.

She smacks Griffin lightly on the shoulder before displaying, WE NEED TO EVACUATE THIS CHAMBER, OR SEAL IT OFF AND CALL FOR MASS EXTRACTION.

Breach, in the mean while, performs a combat roll across the doorway into the main umbillicus. He pops up on the otherside of the doorway in a ready melee combat position. For whatever reason, he is not really wondering why advanced alien technology is having trouble breaking down comparatively simple hyoomon technology. Maybe it's because he's focused on waiting for trouble to arrive - trouble always arrives - through that doorway.

Griffin looks over the file and sucks his teeth quietly. When she smacks him he nods in agreement, even if he couldn't have possibly read all that in the quick glance he gave her screen.

"You think this guy has 'warm corpse' powers like Rick?" He's grinning despite the danger of the situation. "Or do you thinke veryone's different? Andforthatmatterdoyouthinktheywerepoweringthisplacewith..." He takes a deep breath realzing he's going a mile a minute, "do...you...think...they.....were...charging...Rickles...or...did...they...draw....energy...from...him? Wait- what did that say?" He turns his head abck to read the holoscreen.

Indira's eyes wander over to Breach in sudden alertness as he performs a combat roll, expecting trouble because of his sudden movement. She tries not to let it distract her from her work. If there IS trouble, she trusts Breach to keep her safe. Her fingers brush against the projected holo-display, performing a twisting movement followed by a swipe.

Breach bobs in place, still mostly crouched down alongside the doorway. He keeps his combat knife held, blade running along his forearm as he alertly watches the doorway. The artist may or may not have ghosted in the faintest image of a chihuahua over Breach's more solidly drawn and colored frame. It's a passingly accurate parallel considering his sudden activity and agitation.

MEANWHILE IN THE SARCOPHOGUS CHAMBER...

What? What's Griffin looking at on the holo-display?

Quiet gives Griffin a shrug. She has no idea. She points around at the many sarcophagi then back to... wait, what's Griffin looking at?

"Oh- yeah. We'refreeingtheseguys. Nodoubtaboutthat,Q." Griffin says trying to control his speech after re-reading Quiet's declaration of mass exodus.

"Now how do you suppose we go about that? You did see that crazy heavy duty door that slammed shut behind us right?" He asks rhetorically as he zips away, to check the room for other controls or a way to pull these guys out of cold sleep or if he's lucky an exit. This room can't all be Crystal Coffin Freezer Nightmareland... can it?

Griffin makes his rounds of the room and zips back into place alongside Quiet. Using some very specific military hand signals, he informs her there is an item of note deeper into the chamber and waves her to follow him. He's quiet becase the room is just plain creepy.

There comes a polite chirp from Indira's Omni-Systems Access program. It appears to have decoded and opened access to local device storage, though several other dials and timers are still running as it attempts to decrypt and open root access to the network and/or security systems.

Fortunately Indira can now amuse herself with embarassing hyoomon computer experimentation notes. Maybe there'll even be silly file photos of Breach while he was a Subject here in the facility's medical lab. That's like cat videos for aliens, right?

Indira's eyes glow a little brighter in interest as one of the decrypting processes finishes. She immediately runs a search for any information concerning Breach, or Richard Mason, or Rick Mason, and all variants she can think of. Her first interest in the experiment information is why they wanted her friend and security guard, and what they were trying to do to him.

Aside from the polite chirp, which sounds like no chirp you'd hear on earth, the only sign that Indira is making progress is her sudden increased interaction with the user interface of the screens and a very soft, thoughtful sound from the Ambassador. Her eyes quickly scan through all the documentation she comes across.

Something of note is, well, something of note. Quiet nods and moves to follow Griffin. The coffin cases aren't going anywhere. Yet. But soon.

Indira's search for Richard Mason - and all appropriate aliases thereof - yields three dossiers. One of these dossiers is a relatively recent, albeit incomplete medical file on Rick. It has a lot of text data, but also links to more than a dozen different audio logs. Judging from the file sizes, she may want to save the audio logs instead of playing them. Each one is probably close to an hour long.

Indira quickly begins to copy all files relating to her findings to her onboard computer.

Deeper in the the cavern Griffin points out the strange recessed command consoles 10m up. "Weird placement right?"

Indira's search for Breach is markedly more lucrative. Indira finds two detailed dossiers on Breach, as well as a very large research document. The executive summary of which reads in part: Task Force 4 Echo Subject "Breach" will be an experiment in combining the metahuman capacities of Task Force 6 Bravo Subjects "Battery", "Bombadier", & "Bynary" in one test subject. We believe that recent advances in biotechnical, genetic, and nanotechnological engineering, as well as research acquired from several metahuman science-terrorists, will prove most fruitful in generating the results Project Sundial has been attempting to generate for more than a decade.