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!2he8cbHXgM 10/12/11(Wed)18:19 No.16605377"I'd like to lead a strike team to one of the Queens before we do something drastic. St. Petersburg first. I might have something that could pacify them, and worst case scenario, with a help from Catherine and some Canes Belli I can take it out without anywhere near as much collateral damage." "Really. That sounds perfect. I'll organise it right now. Ah, Michael, perfect, did you finish restoring the weapon Mister Winters used?" The techinican who just popped his head through the door steps in, a little nervous. "Well, of course, we finished it yesterday night. We put all the things from last time into it. If there's anything else you might need Jack, tell me, and we'll try to make it happen." Jacobs nods at the two of you, heading towards the door. "We should be ready to go in two hours at the most. Sort it out by then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I-" You feel a disturbance in the mind-link, not far from here, the lobby if you guess right. A moment later, it is followed by an alarm going off, a female voice through the PA system echoing through the halls. "All combat personel to their positions, two unidentified intruders in the main lobby. This is not a drill. I repeat, all..."
The center of the distrubance moves closer fast, descending quickly, and as you rush out, impact shakes the elevator doors that are torn apart a second later. Two figures step out, Cath and Eliah Gough. But no, it's not them. They are slightly different, enough to make you hesitate for a moment. The cyborg is no longer solid metal, instead a shifting mass, it's back sprouting a tangle of machinery and tentacles. The woman's cheekbones are higher, her face more pointed, curves less pronounced than Catherine's. Her eyesockets house a dozen sensors, and her skin is blotted with moving patches of black, the steel mesh revelead under the skin. She's barefoot, wearing nothing more than white pants and an unbuttoned black sportsjacket. |