[center][h3]A Bug in the System | Part III[/h3]
[sub]collab with [@Peaceless][/sub][/center]


“Try?...” Gavon mumbled to himself. The cyborgs last comment wasn’t lost on him, but certainly raised another red flag. Was this thing merely playing a game of cat and mouse, or was is truly attempting to resist it’s innate protocol to defend itself in a situation where it felt cornered? Based on piecemeal information he received about the cyborg, his gut told him it was the latter, and the proper precautions would have to be taken in order ensure there are no [i]human[/i] casualties. The Chief instructed that the Agents fall back several meters, spreading out along the width of the corridor, and allow the droids to enter and apprehend first. With their strength and agility, the cyborg would have little chance of escaping her counterparts, or at the very least, slowed down long enough for the Agent taking up the rear to end the creature's existence.

Gavon re-opened the channel once again. “The bulkhead door directly in front of you will open and my team will take you into custody. Resist again, and there will be no more second chances...”

And with that, the locking mechanisms began to disengage and the thick door opened from the center, allowing a direct and clear view for both parties. Two bright red dots stared at the security force, then suddenly flashed and tripled their size.

[i]Enemy force scan complete. Prioritizing targets.[/i]

Within a blink of an eye, the two red lanterns flew to the side, disappearing from sight in the darkened room. Hidden behind a bend, the cyborg rubbed her face with her hands. A hundred different ballistic pathways overlapped each other in her mind’s eye, every version of the attack plan requiring her to go for the firearm carriers first. Keeping those guns down, it wasn’t such a hard request, was it? Any trained guard would be able to shoulder a weapon under a second.

She was busy manipulating the algorithm to make it target the droids first, in case she loses control. But quick metallic footsteps made her abort it. Perfect. She walked towards the droids, arms spread to the sides, and each of them quickly latched itself on each side. She tested their strength as they led her out - not flawless, but in addition to her own willpower, it might just do.

“Alpha Squad One to SecCom, package secure, loading onto transit en route to Central, over.”

“Copy Alpha One, you're cleared and prepped for arrival to Block A.”

The female cyborg, flanked by two droids with the third leading, was escorted toward the awaiting transit shuttle. Three Agents boarded first before allowing her entry, their weapons down but poised to engage if needed. The remaining three coming up several meters on the rear of the droids, as they all entered through the shuttle doors. Surprisingly, and despite what the team heard on the comm, she was completely docile, even a little unresponsive to instructions.

“I want you to know that I appreciate this.” she finally said when the shuttle was on its way and the silence seemed to make the agents nervous. “Bringing a captive alive, without unnecessary violence, at risk to your personal safety.” Some of them frowned at this. “I will not attack you on this trip.” she added. The silence became painful.

“Oh, and can I ask a favor? Could you radio ahead to Mr TreVayne and let him know I would like a meeting with him? It’s not urgent, but it may become soon.”

“I believe we’ve already established that.” The voice of the Security Chief chimed in, already having the two-way channel opened when they boarded. “And I will block time to speak with you within the next day or so. However, any urgent requests can be relayed to me in the interim. Until then, enjoy your stay with us. TreVayne out.”

A slight smirk crossed a few of the guards faces in response to his closing words, and moments later, the shuttle pulled up to the brig’s unloading zone, where several security personnel were waiting to relieve the escorting Agents. The exchange was quick and clean, allowing the field Agents to travel back to their post of origin or a reassigned one per dispatch. As a final precaution, the droids were previously instructed to escort the cyborg to [i]Cell Block A[/i], which was the closest at the moment considering they had no other inmates. Being that the Vitae’s main prison was next to [b]Security Centre[/b], it housed the most number of cells, as well as maximum security coverage, compared to the small “holding areas” nearest to satellite posts throughout the Ark.

The cyborg was escorted through the reception area and several “man-trap” bulkhead doors, which then spilled out into a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1b/d8/b1/1bd8b174c158e84f0d118f6c7af81fad.jpg]corridor[/url] that ran in a half circle down to the other end of the building. Cells on one side lined the dark gray metallic corridor, each measuring four meters by four meters, with an energy shielded doorway which can activate and deactivate via remote stations. The droids stopped in front of the first cell and released the female’s arms as she was motioned by the guard to step in. 

“Clear the threshold as we raise the shield, please.” The prison watchman stated, holding up a small datapad and inputting some information and looking up for a moment to ensure their first resident was safely behind the indication line marked on the floor.  And with that, the shielding energized with a low hum and emitted a faint bluish honeycomb pattern as it covered the square entrance.

“Inmate A-001, tagged and secured” The lead watchman -Howards- announced into his comms, relaying information back to SecCom, where Gavon was going over a few notes from a previous field report with one of the dispatchers. He turned his attention briefly to the camera footage of the cell, relieved at last that they were able to apprehend the strange cybernetic woman.

“Nice work folks.” He addressed the room. “Coordination was quick, clean, and efficient.”

“Howards.” He spoke into his comms to the brig’s lead watchman. “Post two droids and have them rotated out every six hours and also make sure any request made by the inmate is cleared through here first.”

The next hour or so was spent wrapping up diagnostic reports and Ark wide checks from all units, before finally walking over to Natalie -who was seated at a console- and rubbed her shoulders while leaning down to whisper into her ear.

“So...I hear that downtime is in order…”