Snippet #1286835

(Fanta's Post)

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.