The transition from the dark, one light analyst room out into the TSR hallways was an astounding one. Every inch of the corridors was coated in a disturbed, fire truck red lighting. The silence that had persisted within the room had dissipated into an ear-tearing cry of alarms falling in from left and right. Squinting, and holding his hands to his face with his middle fingers stretched to cover his ears, Kaiser proceeded. This wing of the compound seemed to be mostly empty, and as an astounding relief, he ran into no opposition for most of the way. On the whole, his primary concern was to not get lost within the building. Were he to get caught by the Siri, or Ardri in the heart of this complex, it’d be game over for him. But for the time, he’d have to bank on the hope that they had been drawn away from his section of the site.
It wasn’t until he caught sight of a taller, older looking blonde girl that he removed his hands from their muffling position, and readied for a fight. He’d not seen much of this girl, though he recalled her name being Apolocee. But that was the limit of his knowledge. Whether she was friend or foe, he had not the slightest clue. But then, if she HAD been intending on bringing him in, she’d have done so the minute she found him. And quite to the contrary, she offered him her help. After a run, a fall, and a return to her feet, she presented a wire with which to pick the lock on his cuffs. All too grateful, he held his hands out, presenting the cuffs. “Much obliged, Ap,” he said, though still keeping an air of ‘I don’t fully trust you’. “If I may call you that,” he added, knowing that there were those that were against their names being used in full, or in this case, shortened.
As she finished her task of undoing the handcuffs, he, in a joyous rush, cast them aside, and sped down the corridor in the direction she had come from. He had left her behind, and it wasn’t until he was in mid-sprint that he had done so. At the end, just short of the corner leading to the Infirmary Wing, he slid to a halt, scrambling back around as quickly as his balance would allow him to. As he got to his feet, and reacquainted himself, he held out his arm to hold her back. “Hold it. Best not to be so brash in getting out of here.” Peering around the corner, he looked down into the Infirmary Wing, seeing two females exit from a room halfway down, and heading off in the other direction. He knew the two well, both by their appearance, and the fact that they were the only two that would ever be seen walking hand-in-hand through the rigid, stiffened complex.
Pulling his head back in, he looked to Apolocee, pulling off the first smile he had managed in months. But was not a friendly one, but more, one of a mischievous nature, meaning ill upon another. “What do you say we give the others a bit of help from here before we leave?”