As Anastasiya slipped away unnoticed from her fellows, the communication received from the mysterious Hyperion would have read as such:
Provided as well with the transmission was a map... One that did not match any of the publicly displayed schematics of the DEI facility. There was a specific elevator - one located at the center of the facility. It was ordinarily watched by security cameras 24/7... But, the aftermath of the dimensional quake had managed to rattle the facility's power grid badly enough that they were, at present, offline.
It was now, or never.
Making her way to the elevator in question, as the doors closed and the accompanying panel lit up, it at first displayed nothing out of the ordinary. It was lavishly decorated and bright - just to Bertram's standards, and the panel lit up with a gentle, reassuring chime, displaying the areas available on the public map.
...However, upon pressing her personal terminal to its surface, the display flickered unnaturally. Moments later, it reappeared, except this time... different.
Four new floors appeared to her, as if dragged violently out of the system by whatever Hyperion had placed in her device. Of course, it had not specified which one in particular to investigate...
The choice... Was hers.
MISSION STATUS UPDATE:
INVESTIGATE LOWER LEVELS OF JEDDAH FACILITY
INHUMANE EXPERIMENTS SUSPECTED
VERIFY CONTENTS OF TRIPOLI
ACCESS CODES ARE PROVIDED
V.O.V
INVESTIGATE LOWER LEVELS OF JEDDAH FACILITY
INHUMANE EXPERIMENTS SUSPECTED
VERIFY CONTENTS OF TRIPOLI
ACCESS CODES ARE PROVIDED
V.O.V
It was now, or never.
Making her way to the elevator in question, as the doors closed and the accompanying panel lit up, it at first displayed nothing out of the ordinary. It was lavishly decorated and bright - just to Bertram's standards, and the panel lit up with a gentle, reassuring chime, displaying the areas available on the public map.
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...However, upon pressing her personal terminal to its surface, the display flickered unnaturally. Moments later, it reappeared, except this time... different.
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B̼̮1̥ [̲̝͎̗̼͔RES̼̹̳͎̳͇T̮̲̫̱̞͈̠R̟͉̟̭͈̭͇I̻͓͎͎C͓̞̪͎̯̞Ṱ͈̪̺ED]̟̟
͕̝̞͎̪̥B̥̝͇̬2̩̫̞̬̯̟͖ ̤[̝̦̳̜̲̬̘REST̪̪R͉͙͖̠̬Ḭ͎̤͖C̙Ṱ͍͖̥E̯͉̪̼̙̘̭D͙͉̪̥̝̼̙]
̖̯̞̩͓̬̹B̺̼3̹̹ ̲̞̗̪[̝̭̭͔̮̬R̖͍̮̺͚̱E̫̦͎̹S͉̪̟̰T̝RI͎̝̝̪̦̞͈C͙̩T̬͇̺̥̤E̺̠͕̥̯D̫͔]͕
͍̹̤͎͍̖̱T͙̗̰͓̲ [͕͎͈̮ͅR̪͈̮̯E̼̖̰̙͙͉ST̖̘͔R̲̺̲̫͖I͕̫͕͎͕C͎̥̗̰T̗̞̯̯̖E̻̹̮̺D̼̭ͅ]̖̙̹̭̳
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B̼̮1̥ [̲̝͎̗̼͔RES̼̹̳͎̳͇T̮̲̫̱̞͈̠R̟͉̟̭͈̭͇I̻͓͎͎C͓̞̪͎̯̞Ṱ͈̪̺ED]̟̟
͕̝̞͎̪̥B̥̝͇̬2̩̫̞̬̯̟͖ ̤[̝̦̳̜̲̬̘REST̪̪R͉͙͖̠̬Ḭ͎̤͖C̙Ṱ͍͖̥E̯͉̪̼̙̘̭D͙͉̪̥̝̼̙]
̖̯̞̩͓̬̹B̺̼3̹̹ ̲̞̗̪[̝̭̭͔̮̬R̖͍̮̺͚̱E̫̦͎̹S͉̪̟̰T̝RI͎̝̝̪̦̞͈C͙̩T̬͇̺̥̤E̺̠͕̥̯D̫͔]͕
͍̹̤͎͍̖̱T͙̗̰͓̲ [͕͎͈̮ͅR̪͈̮̯E̼̖̰̙͙͉ST̖̘͔R̲̺̲̫͖I͕̫͕͎͕C͎̥̗̰T̗̞̯̯̖E̻̹̮̺D̼̭ͅ]̖̙̹̭̳
The choice... Was hers.