Humans...they don't make decent trophies or decent meals.
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Not long after Elsa Beremud departed the cell, the door again swung open to admit a visitor, this time, her emotionless assistant, Silas Xundar. Wearing his usual business suit and impassive expression, the man handled a massive duffel bag contents: one plasma rifle and pistol, a vibromace, and a full suit of duranium armor with unsettling ease. Setting the weighty burden on the ground, he turned to Ishmael. "Make it look convincing."
With that, he simply turned and strode from the room, leaving the door to the cell wide open. Exactly three minutes later, the shackles disengaged.
He stalked inexorably forward, seeming to give no consideration to the multiple rounds that had hit him, punching holes in both clothing and flesh. He passed wounded guards, lying on the ground, moaning in pain as they attempted to tend to wounded legs. If one of them were his intruder, he calculated, he would know when he ceaed to encounter them.
Once the trail ceased, he stopped in his tracks, his head swiveling to scan the full range of the corridor. The wounded should have proceeded beyond this point, as the most recent was lying withing site of the next guard station, where as-yet healthy individuals crouched. His calculations continued at a furious pace. If the intruder was not where she should be, then she had simply vanished, or...
He strode up to the guard station, ignoring the questioning glances of its occupants, and grabbed the intercom. "Initiate external lockdown procedures. Any individual approaching the perimeter is to be intercepted. Release canine units."
Within moments, the exterior of the complex would come alive with the barking of trained security dogs, as their handlers released them onto the grounds.
@blue_ghost: [That's actually quite perfect].
The dutiful if not terribly clever guards followed orders, opening fire with their sidearms as Silas rounded the corner.
He didn't stop.
Leaning into the bullets that slammed into his torso as though he was walking into a stiff breeze, he simply continued to stride forward until he came within reach of the progressively panicking guards. No doubt they now thought he was some kind of metahuman radical, come to destroy their employer. This was incorrect, of course, but what he actually was was not something the ones he answered to were ready to reveal, so that meant no witnesses, the waste of resources notwithstanding.
When he was within arm's length of the still desperately firing guards, both his hands snapped out and locked on their throats with impossible strength. A moment and several unpleasant sounds later, and both lay dead on the floor with crushed throats. As he picked up one of their pistols and loaded a fresh clip, his attention was drawn to the sounds of gunshots and screams further down the hallway. It seemed as though the intruder was trying a new tactic. He immediately set off in pursuit, knowing that sooner or later the interloper would be cornered.
Ability identification: teleportation.
Xundar spun, reaching out and, with no visible sign of physical strain, tore the heavy door from its hinges and hurled it down the hallway with terrific force. It slammed into the far wall mere nanoseconds after Blue turned the corner in her flight.
Analysis: teleportation likely limited to line-of-sight.
Rather than take off in immediate pursuit, Silas grabbed an intercom from the wall and addressed the entire station in his emotionless voice. "This is a priority one intruder alert. Execute security protocol 37-F. Lock down all exits. All personnel are to remain in position until further instructions. Assume any individual not doing so to be intruder and respond with force."
As the metallic clanging of tempered steel shielding sliding into place over every door and window echoed through the complex, Silas started off in pursuit, taking up a purposeful but unhurried gait. He scanned each room and corridor he passed thoroughly, seeking the seeming traitor.
The Blue Ghost seems to be busy with her new line of work. It's different than from being an assassin, refreshing even. Blue likes it, in a way. But she wishes she didn't have that mini bomb in her head. Plus, Monica Waller also installed a device that gives her a Heads Up Display so she can see words being typed as she looks at things. Another means of control and the Blue Ghost vows she will someday be rid of Waller. But for now, she plays the long game.
The Blue Ghost transforms herself into a grunt of the Meta-Human Response Force, or MRF for short and ties him up, taking his security pass as well as his wallet. She, now he, puts the unconscious victim out of sight and then proceeds to use 'his' credentials to get past the first security checkpoint.
Blue, now Officer Harrison, takes it slow. 'He' walks as if he is patrolling and careful to keep an eye on the guard patrol patterns as well as the cameras. 'He' must choose 'his' moves wisely or 'he' will be seen. And that is the last thing 'Harrison' wants.
The facility was pretty easy to get into, but from here on out is going to get tougher. But where would the challenge be if things were easy? Although Blue much prefers being a woman, being a man is nice. Especially the slight increase in physical strength.
Soon enough, though, 'Harrison' comes across a security door that is beyond 'his' security clearance. But as chance has it, 'Harrison' sees a superior office, high ranking it looks like, addressing some grunts and the man speaks plenty enough for Blue to mimic his voice exactly.
'Harrison' follows the high ranking officer. His name tag says, Sam Ross. So 'he' follows the officer. Once 'Harrison' sees Ross enter an office, she knocks on his door and the man's gruff voice says enter. 'Harrison' enters. Blue quickly scans for camera, but 'he' doesn't see one. Good. This will make things a whole lot easier.
The high ranking officer barely gets word out before 'Harrsion' leaps across the room and knocks him out. 'Harrison' transforms into Sam Ross and searches the real Sam for a wallet, security clearance and anything else of value before the new Sam ties up the original and hides him under the office desk as much as his body allows so that if anyone enters the office, it'll look empty upon first glance.
The new Sam Ross stands up and leaves his office. Even after only a few minutes observation, Blue has managed to be able to copy the way the man walks, his body language and the way he talks exactly.
Sam makes his way to the door he couldn't access earlier and uses his security clearance to get past it. Then he makes his way down some hallways, ignoring the salutes of those he passes by. Then he sees it. The door he needs to get into. The one that leads to all the information Monica Waller desires. So, he attempts to get into the room. First, a retinal scan. Sam leans over and the computer scans his eye and he's cleared on that one. Then a hand print scanner. He presses his hand on the scanner and he's cleared on that one too. The door opens after it accepts his security clearance. Thankfully, no password. Which is odd, now that 'Blue' thinks about it.
Sam makes his way inside the room and sees a line of massive computers. But Sam knows which one he wants, so he heads right for it. He takes out a strange looking device and hesitates a moment. Sam knows full well that the moment he puts in that device and begins his work on getting past the firewalls, uploading his virus and then downloading the information Waller seeks, that the security of the place will know that something up. Which means Sam's time will be limited.
Sam takes a deep breath and then shoves the device into the main computer, uploading a nasty computer virus to try and break past the firewalls and then she begins to try and download everything she can possibly fit on her device.
Network security breach.
Silas was connected to the network, as he sat, by some twisted serendipity, in an office in the very building that Blue had successfully infiltrated. He observed with the detached interest that was his hallmark as the virus she uploaded began to spread through the system, corrupting data, bypassing firewalls, and no doubt giving the intruder free reign of whatever it was she sought. His own defenses kept his personal electronics safe from the virus' depredations, but the protections on the rest of the network's devices were of a more...local origin and not nearly so advanced.
He remaining connected long enough to pinpoint the origin of the upload, at which point he disconnected and headed towards computer lab that Blue had accessed. He opted not to alert any of the building's guards; they were likely to succumb to stressors and could very possibly kill the intruder, and anyone with the knowledge and skill to do what this intruder had done could be a valuable source of information, or perhaps even a convertible asset. The complex's IT staff had no doubt realized what was going on by this point, but they would still be desperately trying to figure out what he already knew. They could be left to fulfill their function.
The door to the computer-filled room slammed open, and Silas Xundar stood squarely in the frame, his expression as impassive as his gaze swept the room and settled on "Sam." Silas made for quite the incongruous figure, at least as far as a first responder to a hostile intrusion. He was obviously unarmed, and he was neither especially tall nor of above-average build. "Do not move," he simply stated, his voice as flat as his expression. "Explain the purpose of your betrayal, officer."
Silas strode through the facility with his usual unsettlingly even gait, his flat gaze sweeping from side to side as he took in every aspect of the preparations for the upcoming event. Fighters training, sound and video crews darting about like ants as they laid cables and tested equipment, even the setup of the concessions and gift shop were subject to his taciturn analysis. What his attention lingered the most on, unsurprisingly, was security. He inspected the central dispatch station, the armor and weapons of the foot patrols, the qualifications of every guard who would be working that night, and every piece of surveillance technology. Behind him scuttled a small army of uniformed assistants, who jumped to address any potential issues that he identified.
"Mr. Xundar...?" one of them timidly inquired, as they wrapped up the inspection.
Elsa Beremud's personal assistant simply nodded. All was well-prepared. This event would not see a repeat of the previous one.
He would be here in person to ensure that.
Humans are violent but frail.