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[center][b]LOCATION(s):[/b] [i]Government facility[/i][/center]

[center][b]POSSIBLY INTERACTING WITH:[/b] [@Reflection][/center]

Talos thought it was rather lucky that the hallways, as far as he could tell, were empty. No guards. Very odd. Either someone else was breaking in at the same time, or this was simply a very poorly guarded facility. Soon enough, he reached a large metal door, locked with some sort of combination pad. Prising open the face of the number pad, he worked his technological skills, and closed the face, punching in some random numbers afterwards. The heavy door slid open, and Talos slipped inside. His metal feet clacked on the cold concrete floor as he looked around. 

This seemed to be the perfect room to break into. At the back of the room there was a rack filled with unusual looking guns. The main focus, however, was in the centre of the room, where a column with a glass cylinder on top of it was placed. Talos checked out the guns first. Above the rack, a label read "CONTAINMENT OF THE ASSET - THERMAL WEAPONRY". Now, this was interesting. He picked up one of the weapons and looked at it up and down, before deciding to test it out. He aimed it at a wooden shelf filled with documents in the corner of the room. An orange blast drilled a hole straight through the documents and onto the other side. Excellent. He took two of the guns, slinging them over his shoulder, then concentrated on the mysterious sight in the centre of the room. He looked closely into the glass cylinder. A piece of flesh lay on a stand in the cylinder, covered with crystals which seemed to be... moving, fluctuating. How interesting. There were documents in a pocket attached to the pillar, and he flicked through them. They showed pictures of bodies, covered with the same crystal. 

Then the alarm began to blare. He had taken too much time, and he cursed. He clicked the glass cylinder away from the concrete and held it tightly, before leaving the room. He took one of the heat-guns over his shoulde, facing it ahead, awaiting the inevitable coming of the guards who would try and stop him. But he was ready. He stepped down the hallway, alarms blaring on every side.