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H8's face twitched slightly in response to the fully grown enhanced worker that had just fainted before her; a tiny change in expression that seemed to indicate some small amusement. She could not be sure of the exact cause of this, whether it was simply the sight of the needle or an internal stimulus being difficult to determine, "Let's just say it was a random nerve impulse released from your obedience collar, hmm?" She said to the unconscious man quietly, her tone somewhat chiding but maintaining composure as she took his limp arm and extracted the sample carefully. Blood trickled into the vial, she humming to herself once more softly as it reached sufficient volume and removed the needle. The woman detached the filled test tube, now sealed, and unshouldered a medium sized case, opening it simultaneously. The sample was placed in the appropriate compartment and labeled with Luther's serial number, something which she had memorized from the computer for all occupants. Finally she looked around her quickly, checking for any unwelcome eyes before removing a band aid from her pocket and placing it on the small wound left behind. This was not part of the set procedure and she had 'acquired' the band aids from an unauthorized visit to the sick room. Needless to say, she did not wish the guards to take note of this behavior.
This procedure was repeated with every cell occupant, some reluctant whilst others did not mind or were too weak to protest. Finally she approached the other human computer, the one able to stand and offered a hand to receive his arm, "I will meet with you providing I remember this beyond 'Room 101'... The question is where." She whispered discretely. Her existence was a lonely one and she found it pleasing to be around another of high intelligence who wasn't a veiled slave driver. If and when she was able to take the sample she would unceremoniously exit the cell with the assistance of the posted guards. CAS felt somewhat uncomfortable and perhaps a touch guilty as she saw the barrier raise between herself and the other enhanced; The other prisoners. To her the divide was not just physical but suppressed these notions, instead beginning a cautious approach of ZAR's cell. He was the next to be sampled but she would require assistance from Lieutenant she had ignored not five minutes ago. She did not appreciate being referred to by her serial number, especially from one whom had tried to convince her of his belief of equality beforehand. H8 heard improvised and less than pleasing music emanate from the same direction she had observed the 'Hand of Death' heading and followed it under the pretense of requiring assistance for the task. She did not care to admit it was more to do with seeing whom was singing.
It did not take her long to reach Project H.A.D.E.S and the numerous infected surrounding him; the recombinant and the Knight in some kind of over-powered, perhaps testosterone fueled stand-off. This sight was interesting but not alarming to her, instead what concerned H8 was the 11 year old infected human bashing her skull against a wall. Her heart beat a little faster but forced her panic into submission, utilizing her analytical mind. It was apparent that the visible pain experienced by the child was directly controlled by HADES, some kind of link between the virus in his veins and hers. However she found this was not an immediately feasible link to sever, instead focusing on his controlling mechanism for this. It was a conscious action and its speed appeared high. Therefore it was controlled by his nervous system, CAS ran to the console beside the cell. She knew that an electrical shock of significant magnitude would be capable of temporarily stopping this action, already hacking her way to the appropriate systems with as much speed as her collar hindered brain could manage. The problem was what magnitude to use. Too low and it may not do anything or worse; it could prompt increased torture. Too high and they could both die or be injured. H8 calculated the voltage required, taking into account as many variables her mind could currently handle. After a moment she settled on a magnitude, hesitating a moment before the rhythmic drumming of the girls head against the wall prompted her to act. A few quick key strokes and a controlled electrical bolt surges through HADES' body, hopefully of a suitable size.
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"Room 101, the memory erase chamber? Memory wipe commenced by direct database access?" By database he clearly meant 'brain' but that was not the matter at hand. What was at hand however was that Michael was manufacturing a computer virus that would be compatible with the neurons in an individuals brain. If H8's general response meant 'yes' a small cord meant to plug into the port in the roof of the organic computer's mouths slithered from his arm. He grasped it and discreetly handed it to her.
"Details cannot be explained at this time" He whispered "Simply use it. All other matters will take care of themselves." Should H8 accept and plug the cord in she would feel a rush of binary code which immediately rushed to some recess of her mind where it would not affect her and where it could not be affected itself. Once the code had been exchanged Michael took the cord from her mouth and it slid back into his bionic arm.
The virus was that of the Trojan variety. Hidden and inaccessible until 'awoken' by something. In this case, the virus was designed to lie in wait until H8 was under the knife in 'Room 101' again. It was a rather ingenious plan. The cyborg's eyes swiveled about, not looking at her anymore, though they had been affixed to her face when the data exchange was taking place. He let go of her arm and whispered one last comment.
"Ensure you are plugged into to room 101 at some point. By any means, at all costs." He stepped back away from her and slid down the wall again and began to recite a random string of numbers.
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"You should rest. Too much of this and you won't have enough left later." His tone was stern, but she smiled all the same. He was always looking out for her, even if he never said so in as many words. Sometimes, she wondered how she'd gotten by without him. Actually, the answer was fairly apparent; she'd fainted a lot more back then.
"You're right I suppose," she replied sadly, the smile disappearing as she gazed down the line of beds. Several of those present were sleeping fitfully; a few had even needed to be tied down to prevent their thrashing from further damaging themselves. Frankly, she wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. The longer they stayed in the sick bay, the longer it was before they had to fight their next match, after all.
Karash was staring her down, and she knew without asking that he understood exactly what she was thinking. Without another word, he turned and strode out the door, correctly assuming that she would follow after giving the supplies another check-over. Actually, that was odd: she could have sworn there were more bandages here yesterday... a glance at her inventory sheet confirmed it. Maybe the Lieutenant had taken some? She had never seen him or any of the other Knights down here; usually it was just herself, Karash, and the nurses, but... she made a notation on the sheet, so that it would appear as though she'd used the bandages today. Whomever it was, they need not get in trouble for such a small matter as forgetting to sign out their supplies.
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He was that way for thirty or forty dragging seconds, before he straightened himself, washing back to reality. As the eight-and-a-half paces across the room and around the desk took him to his chair, he grabbed the phone from his pocket and punched a few buttons.
"Four messages," said the androgynous voice over the phone.
"List," replied Mcgregor.
"One: Yesterday, 20:04 - Dr. Thete...
"Two: Yesterday, 22:31 - Lieutenant Oleo...
"Three: This morning, 05:08 - Public phone #3486 - L...-"
"Play Three."
A peculiar pause persisted for a moment at the beginning of the message, wind and traffic passing through the earpiece. Then a manās deep sandpaper voice came: "The sun rises earlier down there, you know, on Earth. Itās risinā right now. Still dark up here for another couple hours, Iād say." A breath bounced and seethed out of the speakerās voice, an eruption that may have been laughter. "Too dark up here." The line clicked into silence.
McGregor sat still, his eyes scrunched as if someone had just sneezed into his face.
"Replay message?"
McGregor disconnected the line, and started in on some paperwork.
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