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Date: March 23rd, 2010
Summary:
Mark, with the assistance of Micah, checks out the contents of the Special Projects Vault. SCORE!!!
"The Vault"
Lane Industries - Main Office
Washington, D.C.
"Alright, kiddo." The words are murmured, as Marcus Lane III slides his card in the electronic lock, the familiar click of the locks disengaging, so that he can slip into the the Special Projects room. "Hope your got those cameras, I gotta make this quick." He's never had to wonder about what was in the that vault, but times change. So he contacted a certain technological whiz kid for assistance.
The large metal vault stands on the other side of the room from the tall man. He glances at the camera as it centers on him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. That kids ability is something else. A finger lifts to touch the blue tooth headset hooked over his right ear. "Okay, Mike. Like I told you." He addresses the camera looking at him, "I need you to keep the camera busy.. and to make sure when I punch my security code in that it doesn't log."
Instructions given, Marks longs strides close the distance between him and the massive door. "There is a reason the Ice Queen," — Yes, he already has her named! — "wanted in that vault. Let's find out." A glance goes to the camera just about the keypad. "Here we go." The card is slid and in quick order the numbers punched in.
There is a series of beeps, the sound of large bars of metal sliding and clunking as the locks disengage one by one. Then the pop and hiss of a seal being broken as the door finally swings open. "Wow… I'd say that's a Dr. Ray design right there. I swear sometimes, I wonder if that man has some sort of power himself." There is reverence in the oldest Lane boys voice. "Course, being that smart makes him kinda odd."
"I got the cameras," Micah confirms with a smirk. "I'm not an amateur." He's done this before. Of course, he's normally just done it in reverse and erased images after, but this time he's put them in a loop — no one will even realize Mark is in the room — or anyone is in the room for that matter.
After Mark punches in his code, Micah smirks again. Focusing his ability, he erases any trace of Mark's code from the log. "You're gone. They won't know you were here. Honestly, they won't even know I tampered with it." He's getting good. More and more talented with his ability every passing day.
"I think I'd like Dr. Ray. I'm trying to build a robot… C-3PO to be exact." Nothing like sharing random hobby information. Peering at the vault through the camera, Micah feels a pang of something — sadness. He was inside a vault when… pushing the thought out of his mind, he shakes his head.
The vault door settles against the wall with a soft metallic thump, but Mark is already moving into the vault. Bluish white lights make rows of metal doors glow slightly. Eyes move to the camera in the vault, as he asks"Seriously? C-3P0? Man, I loved those movies. Went and saw the original ones in the theater, back when it was considered state of the art." That's right, Mark is a geek.
With a frown he turns back to the business at hand, moving in a small circle trying to decide where to start first. A big rectangle in the wall catches his attention. Good a place as any. Hooking his fingers in the handle, Mark gives it a tug and it pops open easily revealing a long like of headless busts lined in a row. As the door to the cabinet is opened lighting inside it flickers on.
There is a low whistles from Mark as he looks over the line of collars presented him. Sometimes I wonder if my brother helped design these." He he slips on off where it is mounted and turns it over in his hands. "I think Cody would pee her pants in excitement over these." He holds it up to the closet camera. "Looks like the one in those schematics."
"Yeah! I once met a guy who built an R2 unit and since then, I've been determined to build C-3PO once I had the cash," Micah grins broadly. He, like Mark, is a geek. "Except, his R2 unit was like… different. I'm going to make Threepio to be my assistant when working in the lab. And he'll be a language translator. Because… that makes sense to me."
"Do you think you can nab one? I know we have the schematics already, but I bet if I touched it, I could understand it even better." And that's all it would take: a touch. One simple touch. "We could maybe figure out a way to turn them off from a distance…?"
"An R2?!" Mark lowers his hand containing the collar to stare at the camera. "Damn, I've been sheltered." He pulls the collar back to look at it, tugging at the latches and various parts. Whatever he's doing suddenly makes the spinal spike shoot out, barely missing a finger. Of course, Mark's first reaction is to let go, which sends the collar tumbling to the ground. It rolls across till it taps against another wall, and falls over.
"Uh — yeah. I'll grab one or two." He reaches down to scoop up the collar, gingerly touching the tip of the spike, as he straightens. "That is a nasty bit of work." His eyes catch something beyond here he's focused. The collar is lowered to his side as he looks at the long thin drawer and reaches out to slowly open it, revealing a stack of blue prints."Check it out, short round." He sounds rather happy to see these.
"Thanks. I can maybe build something to counteract it… or, maybe a contact of mine can. But we'll need to see it first," Micah explains as he continues to watch the cameras in the hallways. Technopaths make excellent point men. His eyes narrow.
"What are the blueprints for? What is it? More about the collars?"
Pulling the drawer out fare enough to look over the plan, he hmms softly as he flips to the next one. "Looks like the ones you found on the computers. Just the hard copies." Fingers catch the edge and flips to another. "Yeah… nothing too new here. But.. we know where to go to destroy the original plans." The blue prints are smoothed out again, a finger taps at that little information square at the bottom. "All of them are tagged, Batch 3. Created by Dr. Raymond Walkens." There is a small shake of his head and the drawer is slid shut.
The next few minutes are spent opening and closing doors, more and more collars. "Seems to be where they keep the extras. "I can identify three types of collars." He states as the last door opens. "Whoa.. hello there." Reaching in he pulls out a a taser gun used by the protocols. "Oh baby, I think some of these are coming with me as well."
Micah nods at the comment. "Make sense that they'd keep the blueprints with the actual collars. Batch 3… hmmm. That means two batches are in play already? Or… is this the third test of several batches."
"Oooo. I want that! It might give us some insight," Micah says in reference to the taser. "Maybe we can figure out how it works. Maybe build our own and sabotage them or something?"
Score one for the Team! And Mark has an Ice Queen to thank for the small victory.