The sewers were almost as damp and dreary as the streets above. Only those who could brave the stench and rats ventured down this far. Aside from the occasional surveillance drone that tried to keep track on those who didn’t want to be tracked. After all the sewers did harbor those who didn’t want to be found, mostly loners or the occasional super.
The ancient tunnels under the city where a near labyrinth, one could easily get lost and lose their way. Some tunnels had collapsed either by wear and tear or from the orbital bombardments from the seven-year war. Victor had moved quickly through the area scanning each and every tunnel. His singular and slightly broken monocle illuminated the path before him. The infrared scope was something he scraped together after arriving here.
He was also using a small illumination device to see the symbols and markings left on the walls. These markings all meant something different and were written with an IR reflective paste. Some things meant safety, others were put there as warnings or marking territories, a few were put there as way markers, but most simply said whether the tunnel was stable. In only a few more minutes Victor found himself climbing a flight of crumbling concrete stairs. After moving more than a few things out of the way and putting them back. A few hard to move obstacles he put there to detour the curious.
Making his way up into an abandoned industrial complex he slowly made his way to the “workshop.” An out of the way and mostly underground portion of the industrial complex that he had made sure to keep protected. Multiple countermeasures were in place if they were ever to be raided. Mostly small combat and surveillance drones that wandered the grounds out of sight. The man didn’t waste any time to get into the workshop and seal the door behind him, a large heavy steel door with bio metric scanners that registered himself and the doctor and would unlock for them. One of the many things the duo had made together since they ran into each other.
Victor laid the mute down on an examination table, the immediate area was rather clean. The prepping table was always used for taking clothes and armor off the patients he brought in. moving to an adjacent room that was rather dirty with piles of scrap metal and other random pieces crammed into one corner with multiple tables and desks placed about in no particular order.
The room was a darker than the other with looked like multiple mechanical contraptions strewn about them that looked at best half done. Placing the smaller pouches filled with the plasma cartridges on one of the closer tables and putting his back pack on another. The man was quick to retrieve the plasma core and AI brain heading deeper into the complex towards the lab.
Moving quickly he could already hear the Doctors mechanisms moving about and assisting with whatever he could be working on. Knocking on the metal wall outside his lab Victor stepped in with a smile,
“Hey Johnathan I have returned victorious. Not only was I able to get a mute fully intact but it killed itself by snapping its own neck. Some guy gave the mutes a command to kill themselves, and they all did as ordered.” He paused for a moment as he glanced over to the new burn marks on the containment cell.
“With this I was also able to get a plasma core from a chicken walker as well as a present for you.” placing the core on a table just outside his lab. Jonathan was sometimes a stickler for decontamination, depending on what he was working on.
“You said that you were looking for one of these for a while. It's a little damaged but I think it will work.” producing the cantaloupe sized AI brain from behind him and setting it down on the table he smiled.
“If you don't need anything else, I'm going to go check on the crops and inventory what I got today.”@LordOfTheNight
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