[ While Accelerator is occupied with his intel-gathering, the Enhanced Person he spoke to has also been busy. Five's latest scheme to obtain Suletta Mercury's gundam involved the age-old method of sneaking into the hangar and taking off with her mobile suit...only for him to discover the machine could apparently kickstart itself and defend against intruders by whipping up a data storm stronger than any he's had the misfortune to experience. Needless to say, he aborted the task empty-handed, every nerve of his body on fire, and with one hell of a migraine to boot.
Shortly after, Peil has him called back to the lab to run diagnostics as if their poking and prodding could clue them in on what's so special about Mercury's devil-machine. Though he loathes to be back between its sterile walls, Five maintains his usual flippant attitude and puts on a cheekily clueless act throughout their questioning. He keeps tight-lipped about what he really saw. He's starting to believe the machine Suletta Mercury calls 'family' is actually sentient, and the last thing he needs is to give Peil's scientists more crazy inspiration for their experiments. That, and Five's not exactly eager to recount the story of how he got his ass kicked by the ghost of a little girl.
Anyway, he's currently shut inside one of the facility's many rooms, in between tests. Due to the highly sensitive (aka illegal) nature of their research, the lab is sparsely manned by humans. Most of the staff is made up of Haro-powered worker bots plugged into the Peil Grade - the company's proprietary AI trusted to calculate the most efficient way to run the business. The robots' round, smiling faces would almost be endearing if one security drone didn't currently have its beady little eyes on Five this very minute, watching him to make sure he stays put.
The footsteps Accelerator hears belong to two scientists strolling down the hall, holding binders full of data. He might catch snippets of conversation about their research, complete with jargon like permet levels and data storm tolerance. They appear to be discussing how the last subject's body gave out, and how the current subject is still in good condition despite the recent mishaps. Something fishy is definitely going on. ]
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Shortly after, Peil has him called back to the lab to run diagnostics as if their poking and prodding could clue them in on what's so special about Mercury's devil-machine. Though he loathes to be back between its sterile walls, Five maintains his usual flippant attitude and puts on a cheekily clueless act throughout their questioning. He keeps tight-lipped about what he really saw. He's starting to believe the machine Suletta Mercury calls 'family' is actually sentient, and the last thing he needs is to give Peil's scientists more crazy inspiration for their experiments. That, and Five's not exactly eager to recount the story of how he got his ass kicked by the ghost of a little girl.
Anyway, he's currently shut inside one of the facility's many rooms, in between tests. Due to the highly sensitive (aka illegal) nature of their research, the lab is sparsely manned by humans. Most of the staff is made up of Haro-powered worker bots plugged into the Peil Grade - the company's proprietary AI trusted to calculate the most efficient way to run the business. The robots' round, smiling faces would almost be endearing if one security drone didn't currently have its beady little eyes on Five this very minute, watching him to make sure he stays put.
The footsteps Accelerator hears belong to two scientists strolling down the hall, holding binders full of data. He might catch snippets of conversation about their research, complete with jargon like permet levels and data storm tolerance. They appear to be discussing how the last subject's body gave out, and how the current subject is still in good condition despite the recent mishaps. Something fishy is definitely going on. ]