GalaxyRaider

Myriad Reality

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*Pauses*
Fission is obsolete—I don’t know why they would have been targeting an old plant. Unless they own it and mom or dad caught wind of something?

@Techspert

You would know better than I would.

Myriad Reality

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*A recent news article pops up about unusual errors at an antiquated nuclear fission plant near Melody's lab, alongside another article explaining cosmic rays flipping bits in unprotected memory—the messages contain allusions to transmissions from space and taking the conversation offline*

@Techspert

*Tosses the phone to you and looks back at the door for a moment*
What do you make of all that?

Myriad Reality

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Pull up whatever he was looking at last, along with any messages he was sent. I don't think a name-search is going to cut it.

@Techspert

Hm.
*Does so*

Myriad Reality

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Check his most recent files. See if there's a connection.
Man: ...Between that and your little magnetic trick, you two must be machines! I'll have you dismantled and melted!
*Laughs*
You can't do anything to me. That would violate the First Law of Robo—
-*Thonks him in the temple with the butt of the knife, knocking him out*

@Techspert

*Glances back through them again*
I’m telling you, there’s nothing here.

Myriad Reality

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Man: I have connections to everyone, including those slippery programs. And you're going to regret being born once my connections catch wind of this.
*Glances at the gun in your other hand*

@Techspert

You'll find no record of me before today, or ever again.
*Looks to Rhythm*
There's nothing of substance in any data here. He's probably not lying.

Myriad Reality

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*Inside is a smartphone-like device, containing a long list of emails and phone calls*
Man: What are you two?
-*Tightens my grip*
None of your business. Just answer our questions and we can all leave happy.

@Techspert

*Scrolls through the emails looking for any communications on X and/or Melody*
What's your obsession with these two anyway?

Myriad Reality

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Yeah, I'm going to run out of patience here. Where are they?
Man: I would love to tell you! I. Do. Not. Know.
-What files did you pull from his PC?

@Techspert

*Holds out my hand, summoning his phone from his pockets if he has one, to check it for call and message history*
Nothing that helps, or we'd be good to go. A lot of this isn't even correct.

Myriad Reality

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Man: I'm telling you, I have no idea where either of those two are! They fell off the map two months ago!

@Techspert

*Looks to Rhythm with an expression of doubt*

Myriad Reality

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*The computer has several files relating to the navis, including clearly false information, news reports, proposed schematics, and hastily-taken images*
I'm going to make this really easy for you. We know you broke into Melody's lab, and if you don't tell me where she is, you're going to die here.
Man: I did nothing! Why isn't the door opening? What did you do to my office?

@Techspert

*Takes all this info the same way I took data from Melody's computer, then turns to him*
Calm down. You have a knife to your throat, man. Worry less about your office and more about your windpipe, because it doesn't have to be cut open. Even if you did nothing, tell us who did, and what. Ball's in your court.

Myriad Reality

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Man: Do you think I know that? It's not my job to track those kinds of details.
*The door emits a click sound, followed by banging when it fails to open*

@Techspert

*To Rhythm*
You squeeze the answers out of him. I'll look over the computer.
*Walks over, turns the monitor to face me and searches through everything as deeply as I can for files on X and Melody*