Gate A

Heading to Gate-A to meet with the Operative that would be joining the Foundation, Cypher was accosted by a researcher who looked lost.

Excuse me, I'm looking for the D-Class containment cells, but I might have gotten here. Do you know where I can find it?

The Researcher asked, her tone making her seem a bit annoyed that she was lost.

Cypher sighed. With Site-19 being re-opened & places being moved or removed, it seems as people didn't read the memo on the new PDA System that the O5 council funded. The memo was about the PDA containing research logs, a map of Site-19 & other minor items that wasn't addressed in the memo.

Ma'am, I've told everyone who was transferred here to read the memo that the O5's gave to everyone. Look on your PDA for a map icon, that'll tell you where you are and how to get to your destination.

Cypher replied. He felt that the Researcher was wasting his time.

Anyway, I really must leave. Just look at your PDA next time!

Cypher shouted as he ran to Gate-A.

Cypher arrived at Gate-A just in-time to see a woman with a heavy brown leather jacket and hat approach the facility. Cypher approached the woman, to confirm her identity if she's the Operative that would join the Foundation.

Excuse me ma'am, but am I right in assuming you're the new Operative?

Cypher asked Photu as she got her badge out from her coat pocket.

Though the woman's glassy eyes hide behind her dipped brim a warm smile glinted from underneath her hat. One hand pressed to her hip it slid down along the defined muscular thigh. Framed like a soldier her smooth movements carry an air of protective calm. She nodded at Cypher her voice smooth, "You are correct. Are you to be my superior? I was told you could use a specialist or two."

Photu looked down a moment to hang her badge and metal reel cable on her right breast pocket.

As she peers up the woman's faint facial scars sanded off like one would tend the cracks in a marble statue. Should one look in her eyes there lies dim feeling that something was missing. The natural colored lips are bit by a pair of veneered teeth before she continues, "Should I get settled first or is there an orientation briefing I should get to, Sir?"

Alex listened to Photu as she asked if he was Photu's Superior and whether there's an Orientation briefing.

If I remember, you've been assigned to Dr. Alto Clef. Though I be careful with him. His personality towards women is.... quite slimy. And if I'm not mistaken, there was meant to be another Operative with you. Some chap called Albert? It doesn't matter. He's probably might be in the wrong place. Anyway, there's a welcoming briefing occurring in the Cafeteria, so I'd head there to meet the others.

Cypher replied to Photu, hoping to get on friendly terms with her.

Cypher knew what Clef was like. Clef was one of those people: a Sexist, Chain-smoking Bigot with 3 eyes & some crappy large grin. But he hoped Clef wouldn't try to take advantage of Photu. Otherwise if he did, Cypher would take Clef's Altoid Mints privileges away. And that would piss Clef off.

The woman's impish smile hid something predatory behind her glassy eyes. She and reached out to knuckle under Cypher's chin rubbing his cheek with her thumb, "Don't worry for me, dear Doctor. Ladies like me far prefer men of learning than apes in the cloth of pompous bureaucrat. I'm sure he has the clearance to know if he's a base creature I'll make him into suitably cheap suit."

She takes her hand back and continues with a flourish and wink, "I'm sure I'll see you later. I need to make a few arms modified for specialist use. If you could locate a magazine fed shotgun that's a veteran of combat with anomalous blood I'd appreciate it."

"Well if there's noone else, shall we?", She says with an offer of her arm to head down to the briefing.

Sure. I'll lead you to the Cafeteria where the others are.

Cypher replied as he took Photu's hand and shook it. They started to walk to the lifts that would take them underground.

As for your requests, I'm not sure some can be filled for "Classified Reasons". Blame the O5's for that. Bunch of twats. Anyway, I think your room will be ready soon. Just that we had a minor Breach from 049. No death's, but he seemed a bit bored. Hence why the room would be a bit damaged.

Cypher told Photu as he pressed the button for the Lift. The Lifts were a bit slow due to the staff rushing to get Site-19 operating, but at least they worked.

As the Doors to Site-19 closed, two Security Guard's were standing guard outside. They started a conversation.

Hey Jim, did you watch the game last night? Arsenal won 4-1 against Southampton. Lost a $10 bet from Bright. Had the bet at 2-1 then Sanchez scored 2 more. Bloody arsehole.

The first Guard said.

Tell me about. I actually won a bet on Man United against Chelsea. Chelsea won 3-1. Was close, but I got $29. I'll give you a dollar if you fancy it Mike.

Jim said. They watched the endless jungle for hostiles. Jim then pointed his gun into the bushes.

Jim? What's wro-

Mike asked, before being cut-off.

Shhh.. I heard something from that bush.

Jim replied. He approached the Dense bush that he heard rustling from.

Who's there? Show yourself or I'll shoot.

Jim shouted.

DON'T SHOOT!! I'm a friendly!

A voice shouted. Just then, a man in a Hat, Bounty Hunter Duster & with a Doomrider Moustache bush. Approaching the Guards, the Man looked tired.

Sorry about that. I've been trying to get here, but I took the wrong way. I'm Albert C. Breach & I'm reporting for duty.

The man said as he approached Jim & Mike. The two Guards looked confused.

I'm confused. We've already gotten our operati... Wait a moment... You're that chap from the Mojave Wasteland, aren't you? I'm your biggest fan.

Jim replied in excitement at meeting his hero.

Oh god... Why did I install this Quest Mod?

Albert said in embarrassment, face-palming himself.

Photu shook his hand and chuckled, "I'd feared they'd be like that. No matter. I can make do with the weapons I have. I can't carry all my equipment with me. I'll have to furnish at least some of it on-site. I suppose I can't have a description of this 049 when it's prone to going off on its own."

The woman rose one eyebrow, "If I find it's left me any messages behind would you like the nightmares? The things you often store here are subtle creatures."

As the rickety slow elevator trundled ever downward Photu busied herself making mental notes. Multitasking wasn't hard the woman smiled as Photu started the threads of creations she would need. Simple tools, at least to her, would have to come first. They were fairly easy to improvise of raw detritus and ritual. Clay tablets from nearby dirt and a little blood helpfully in ample supply.

Sabnach materializes from the void.

Sabnach has left the area, heading in into Site-19.