By the time Farron returned, Eris was busy typing away at a control panel in the upper levels, having evidently found what she came for. She gave the man an irritated look as he arrived - which then turned to one of surprise as he seemed to have located a scantily clad woman... But, the screen caught her attention, thankfully, before she could start asking questions, a prompt rising from its holographic surface in front of her.
At length, she placed the container she had brought with her on the floor, her delicate fingertips tapping a code into a dark corner of its surface. Telltales winked from red to green, and its top slid open with a hiss of compressed air. Coils of white mist erupted from its confines, as Eris reached in-
And produced a severed human arm, her fingers wrapped around a clean break at its shoulder. It appeared to be a man's, average in its composition, with a barcode conspicuously tattooed on its wrist. Examining it momentarily for any traces of decay, the woman then pressed its pale palm against the scanner, similar to the one Farron had interacted with only minutes earlier. A couple of anxious moments later, the machine gave an affirming chirp.
The limb's apparent use concluded, the woman tossed it back in its container with the casualness of one used to such things. She had little desire, it seemed, to continue to carry it around with her - but just in case it was needed further, there was no need to cause any additional difficulties.
A set of warning lights came on overhead, and one of the large containers below gave a rumble as it began to rise into the air, the platform below it elevating it. It reached the second level above before coming to a halt, the lights changing from red to yellow. The fluid in the tank began to fall away, and pumps that extended from the underside of the tank, snaking away into the undergrowth below, whirred to life for the first time in years.
As she waited, she turned her attention to the fretting Ayatane, calling out to her over the sound of the rushing water:
"What's the matter, Ayatane?"
DISENGAGING SAFETY LOCKS
ADDITIONAL CLEARANCE REQUIRED
PLACE HAND ON SCANNER
ADDITIONAL CLEARANCE REQUIRED
PLACE HAND ON SCANNER
And produced a severed human arm, her fingers wrapped around a clean break at its shoulder. It appeared to be a man's, average in its composition, with a barcode conspicuously tattooed on its wrist. Examining it momentarily for any traces of decay, the woman then pressed its pale palm against the scanner, similar to the one Farron had interacted with only minutes earlier. A couple of anxious moments later, the machine gave an affirming chirp.
>DNA ACCEPTED: DR. F.GRANVEIA
>DRAINING CONTAINER #4
>DRAINING CONTAINER #4
A set of warning lights came on overhead, and one of the large containers below gave a rumble as it began to rise into the air, the platform below it elevating it. It reached the second level above before coming to a halt, the lights changing from red to yellow. The fluid in the tank began to fall away, and pumps that extended from the underside of the tank, snaking away into the undergrowth below, whirred to life for the first time in years.
As she waited, she turned her attention to the fretting Ayatane, calling out to her over the sound of the rushing water:
"What's the matter, Ayatane?"