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[animusnpcs]

[The elevator doors close behind them, and the lights, responding to their movement, hum to life.

On either side of the hallway are large glass containers. All of them house a red-collared retrieval unit. Their eyes are open, but they are not moving.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[--ah. it's a good thing he was half-expecting the lights, or he might've jumped out of his frigging skin flskjdflkjsdf.

he eyes his brother side-long, pace slowing slightly as his gaze wanders beyond him to the red-collared... drones. were they like the general occupants upstairs? lifeless... he guessed so.

someone had to know they were coming. ...or, someone was about to get quite the surprise. maybe this 'Ruana' was legit, after all...

he presses a finger to his lips in gesture for radio silence from here on out as they approach the map. better safe than sorry.]

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[They manage to do that in synchronisation, each turning to the other with a finger pressed to their lips. Apparently great minds do think alike when faced by red-collared things...

He pauses briefly to examine one of them a little closer, eyes focused sharply on each detail of the drone before carrying on with Abel to the map.]

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[They appear perfectly human, if all perfectly identical. Their stillness probably makes them look more like dolls, however.

The map is lined in red, with the rest of the rainbow appearing in various routes around the floor they're in--labelled as ADMIN-100 at the top of the map. There's a red-lined ring that appears to go around the entire outside of the tower, but the rest of it is a maze of various colored rooms. The map isn't labeled, but it's a computer screen, and not a static image.]

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[synchronized shushing... ah... haha. it might've been funny under different circumstances. (...okay, so it's still funny.) Abel, unlike his brother, pays the drones little mind.

he halts in front of the map, eyes traveling its course carefully... before he gently rests a finger above ADMIN-100. this is supposed to be the administrative level... Ruana was telling the truth. his lack of faith... maybe it'd been ill-founded.

the elevator is closed, now... their way back may be cut off too. there's only forward. maybe they could find another terminal and try to reach Ruana again.]

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[Cain reaches out and catches his brother's hand before it could touch the map, just in case... He shakes his head, it could have security systems inputted to recognise certain fingerprints or sequences.

They had best not touch it, even as intensely curious as he is to examine it, in case they alerted people they were there.

Leaning in closer, he tried to see a pattern in the colours of the rooms and what they were labelled as.]

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[There aren't any labels, but the colors do have a general pattern--red is the outermost area, and violet is the innermost area, with the other colors falling in line accordingly. The pattern isn't absolute, but it's there.]

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[it looks like all there is left is to move. as long as they're here, they'll find something, won't they? one way or another.

but perhaps it's natural that Abel differs to Cain to make the call as to where to go.]

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[Cain examines the map a moment longer, placing their position on it before choosing a pointing a long finger at an orange room so Abel knew where they were heading.

He'd like to start at the same colour to their own collar, see what they could learn. Besides, it was close.]

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[The hallway that circles the tower corridor is unblocked. There are doors lining the inside of the hallway, and windows on the outside. They look out into the fog--it seems they're still very high up, even if they've gone down quite a ways.]

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[this place feels like... home. restricted areas and perfect quiet; sterility and a dangerous environment lurking beyond the glass. the fog here is colorless rather than the dusty storms kicked up of red Mars' sand...

he follows his brother's lead. orange was a good choice-- he had the same curiosity as his brother in regard to those fucking collars.

his senses are pricked for any sign of movement or sound at all. he might start at nothing, but... he's on edge, okay.]

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[He cannot help but make the same comparisons as Abel and, as horrible as that is, it puts him at ease slightly. This was familiar territory, and with each step he gains more confidence in their abilities to get out of here unscathed and with the information they needed.

The view from the window must be a hologram of some sort, perhaps to keep the workers from feeling the claustrophobia of working underground?

He's equally as careful as they head for the first room that had been highlighted in orange on the map.]

[animusnpcs]

[The orange door is closed, but there appears to be no keycard, scanner, or lock on it.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[a door with no lock. either someone was confident that no one would reach this level without permission -- or they didn't have anything worth hiding behind it.

his eyes tilt to his brother. risk it? Abel will be beside him, either way.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Taking half a step in front of his brother to rest his hand on the cool surface of the door, he took a moment to steady he nerve before opening it cautiously.]

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[The computer voice from the elevator speaks again as soon as Cain's hand is on the door.]

Scanning! Identity unknown.

[The door is locked. If it was locked before, or if it only locked now, it's hard to say.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

--fuck.

[the curse is whispered under his breath, before he's... turning and tense as fuck in the direction they'd come from. ...if their access was declined, this might not be good. but they had orange collars-- would that... mean shit right now? fuck, fuck.]

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[Cain withdraws his hand right away, jolting with the shock of noise after the silence they had been walking in.

Mind racing, he can only assume the other doors will do the same. The only possibility he can think of, is to go back to the map and try to unlock the doors remotely by hacking the system.

After all, Abel was the foremost technological security expert in the world. The UNASF had made sure of that.]

...Back to the map, hurry.

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[There is no direct opposition on the way back, but as they enter the hallway they arrived in, they'll find the retrieval drones out of their glass pods and approaching. As soon as the retrieval units have visual confirmation of Cain and Abel, all of their above-human abilities will be disabled.]

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--Fuck!

[he had a feeling. ...you know, just a feeling, this was not going to end well.

there's no whisper of that curse, now-- but fortunately... or unfortunately? they have no special abilities to speak of.

...sad, squishy little human clones come down here all alone. yeah, they're the smartest.

he is turning on his heel and grabbing his brother's wrist tightly, making a run for it fast as he can for that orange door they had just abandoned. (can they make up their minds?) no fucking way-- he's gonna try to kick it in. they're not getting caught without having gotten in or behind ONE of these doors! they're so fucking close... SO close, he can taste it...]

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[Cain wheels around at the same time as Abel, taking off at a run back the way they came and speaking up now it seemed stealth was no longer on their side.]

Ruana? Can you hear me?

[She had been able to control the network and the elevator, perhaps... perhaps she could help them.]

We need security clearance to enter the door ahead, can you help us? We can't help you if we're caught, so we need you to help us.

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[Ahead of them the door slides open with a whir. There are no lights inside.

The retrieval drones break into a run, at a speed no human could match.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[--well, that... was a lot more efficient than his plan.

he doesn't even hesitate, just kinda skidding into the door, and then dragging Cain in with him-- assuming they... can get that far before the red-collars make it to them.]

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[He is calling out even as they go through, breathless and hoping they make it in time.]

Lock it! Lock them out!

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[The retrieval units grab Cain, although Abel gets through. One of the free units taps the door.

It slides shut, severing any body parts--such as arms--that may be in the way, and then locks.

The lights turn on in the room. It's an operating room--perfectly clean, but empty of any surgical tools.]