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Cool, something he could do. Arcee grinned, somewhat devilishly. "Is that a challenge?" He teased, walking forward. "Because I want a pack of tea when I win. Fruit tea."

Arcee hummed as he looked at the card, studying it's features. He recognised that face, somewhat. One of the weirder guards who he never saw experiments as people, but Arcee had heard him talking before, a deep bass that sounded surprisingly pleasant. He didn't know whether he could replicate it since he'd only heard it once, but he might as well try, right?

"Yeah, I think I can do it," He smiled, trying to remember what the man's voice had felt like. Slightly bitter dark chocolate that ran smoothly in a fondue, or a baritone that sounded like a tuba in an orchestra? Then what the guard said caught his ears and Arcee came to a halt. "Wait, GNS-088 is in security?!" His voice sounded surprised, like he didn't believe his ears. "Whoa," he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. No, it was just way too weird. "Yeah, that's just plain weird. I guess - huh? What's that?"

Arcee frowned at the sound, closing his eyes to concentrate better. He tried to decipher it as the guard walked over to the elevator to find it. A person shouting, some kind of loud clanking like metal being clawed at -

The guard cursed, and Arcee heard more than saw a card being tossed his way. Opening his eyes, he fumbled but caught the card with both hands as the guard started yelling about something coming. Someone was trapped in the elevator and something nasty was coming up it, apparently. Arcee felt his stomach drop at the thought of the guard dying. That'd be terrible! What if it was one of those nice people who guarded the place or another experiment? Arcee wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he wasn't fast enough to save them.

"Got it!" Arcee dashed towards the pad, sliding the card in place the moment he got there. There was someone down there, and Arcee didn't want anyone to die if he could help it.

"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

"Hold on," Arcee said, and this time instead of a clear tenor that sounded calming it was a smooth baritone, like dark chocolate flowing down in a slow, sticky stream.

"Voice is of Mikeal Derry, Status: Guard 1432. Access denied. Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

Arcee immediately adjusted his voice, and when he said "I'll be quick." his voice was deeper and rounder, like he'd been about to sing.

"Voice is of Gerald Hulson, Status: Guard 2310. Access accepted."

Arcee grinned, and the power went on.