L’lorne
stood against the darkened wall of the Asylum and waited for the guard up in
the tower to turn away. He would,
eventually, or she’d make him if need be.
She looked towards the old house, double checking that Deborah was fast
asleep. Leaving the girl behind on this
midnight expedition was necessary. Sure,
they knew her mother had been brought here, and probably still was, but what
else was inside? L’lorne had to know
before they went in, because if Ritch 'arrd was inside, all her plans could be
ruined.
That and it
was fun to play the role of a cat burglar.
The guard had turned away, and L’lorne quickly climbed up the bare
concrete wall with her bare hands. Her
fingers barely touched the rock as she pulled herself up and over, finally
landing on the other side of the wall without even an audible thud. A quick dash across the small courtyard and a
quick flash through the door’s electronic lock and she was inside.
Her
examination of David Engera’s plans, as well as those she had complied with her
own sensors, had confirmed the multiple layers of security the building had
been built with. Redundancies were
everywhere, electronic locks backed with old fashioned key locks and simple
detectors and cameras. Some of the
systems looked practically medieval, but they worked perfectly well with the
more advanced systems, allowing nearly total control of the facility and those
inside.
None of
which could actually stop L’lorne. As
she passed by cameras, she directed them to not see her or her actions. Doors and locks gave way with a simple touch,
and sensors were overridden with a mere look.
The hardest thing to get around was the multitude of guards that
strolled the halls. L’lorne used the
great skill of misdirection and her own gymnastic abilities to overcome this
obstacle, though she did consider simply killing her way through.
That would
spoil everything, though. Killing people
would throw everything into chaos, and it would be impossible to get Deborah in
through all this, and there was the chance that her mother would be moved as
the panic increased. Better to do it the
silent, stealthy way.
Tomorrow,
she and Deborah would be back, first walking through the front door, just as
they did at the CDPC, then breaking off from their intended path and finding
their way to the secured area Engera had highlighted. It might even be a good idea to be a touch
lost, so Deborah can help find their way through the building. Yes, that would be good.
How to get
around the guards with her though? L’lorne
considered this as she braced herself against the ceiling, disappearing from
their view. Fighting them wouldn't
really be a challenge, but doing this trick with the girl in tow would be
nearly impossible. Also fighting them
would help endear her to Deborah that much more. Of course, she would have to not kill them to
do it, or make it appear that way at least.
The
hallways were well marked and brightly lit. It was built like a professional,
modern incarceration facility, not some gloomy dungeon as the exterior
suggested. The density of the guards
seemed to grow as L’lorne got deeper inside, and nearer her goal. Perhaps fighting them would be too much. Disguises might prove more effective for the
distance and time they would need to spend inside. Fighting their way out would seem more
plausible than fighting their way in at the very least. L’lorne backtracked a bit, noting the
locations of various laundries and locker rooms. The problem would be getting Deborah into a
uniform, as they were very, very unlikely to come in her size.
Checking
the map, L’lorne found she was right in front of the hallway down to the most
secure section of the Asylum. The doors
were locked with a combination of electronic and mechanical locks, locked in a
tandem system. The guard in the nearby
booth, that had suddenly developed a blind spot where L’lorne was now standing,
held one set of keys while the authorized person held another set. Turned together, they would easily open the
door.
This
presented a problem. They would only
have one set of keys. Teaching Deborah
how to pick locks was a possibility, as was simply making a key, but neither
seemed all that interesting. As she
thought on the options, the door clacked open, and she had to step aside, then
dive in quickly behind the leaving person.
He looked to be either a doctor or a scientist, standard white lab coat
and all. Before slipping in, L’lorne
stealthed up.
It was a
good thing, the hallway ended only a few meters in at yet another door guarded
by a pair of heavily armed guards.
Neither saw as L’lorne approached them, studying their weapons and gear
as she did. A scan of the walls reveled
a sequence of retracted wall partitions that opened to create a staggered
pattern to the hallway. It would slow
any attacker or escapee, while giving the guards a smaller area to concentrate
fire and extra cover from armed opponents.
“Very clever,” L’lorne whispered.
Neither guard heard her.
These two
could come in handy, and she touched each on the shoulder, attaching an
invisible, but very potent, line to their nervous systems. On command they would become her willing
puppets, a perfect diversion for responding guards to run into. She then pushed the door open that was held
by just as complicated a lock system as everything else, and entered the room.
The room
was big, just as the plans had said, but it was also densely packed with
equipment, especially a dozen giant cylindrical structures that dominated the
room. Each one a maze of pipes, wires,
control panels and displaces. L’lorne
was about to check the contents when a loud clang drew her attention to the
large air vent just to the left of the door.
“Deborah?”
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Questions
1. What kind of person is Lcorn Llorne? What does she look like (in your mind)?
2. What kind of person is the Deborah Ignigus? What does she look like (in your mind)?
3. Does the setting seem fitting? Would you like to know more?
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