08-19-2013, 04:11 PM
The twin doors parted from the center and each disappeared into slats between the wall. The entrance was wide enough both Torri and Krasivolkya entered side by side. For Torri’s part, however, she was thoroughly disinterested in the woman at her side. On one hand, she felt as though she’d stepped back in time a century. This was a Soviet-era bunker painted with modern technology. The macabre of what that meant settled into her very bones. On the other hand, the army Captain was thrown into something of her dreams.
They were greeted by a round wall of glass onto which was projected a number of different screens. Krasivolkya gestured and Torri tapped her newly learned keycode into the system and up came a flowchart of commands. She selected first a map which laid out the Facility’s floor plan and general layout. There were security posts positioned at regular intervals. There were bunkers and dormitories for the staff. Along with food prep, lockers, and even a small cardiofitness room. Krasivolkya wasn’t kidding when she said most were here on a permanent assignment.
The floor also housed an array of laboratory space. Personal work areas were assigned by color code while shared used areas were centrally located. There were server rooms and AI analysis software. The entire back half of the Facility was designated by blocks of rooms labelled CT’s. Torri gestured and inquired of the abbreviation. It was then Krasivolkya informed her it stood for “clinical testing.”
Torri blinked. ”There are patients here? Now?” In their briefing, she’d been informed there would be access to patients, but it only just now sunk into Torri’s understanding. The depth of what was going on here. Her lips formed a thin line of thought, but it wasn’t up to the Captain to question command, but her oaths drew a moment of doubt to her mind. Volunteers?
The map shifted then, showing an outline of the level below them. There were dozens of individually bunked cells. Within each were the identical shapes of a cot, toilet, sink and shower head. They were completely isolated from one another and red bars designated the security status of each door.
It was the faint glow of a restricted access symbol which drew her next question. It was overlaid across a thumbnail of the level, one for each floor, on the corner of the screen. ”Is that?” She started to ask, but cut herself off. Not sure if she should be nervous or excited. ”Is he here?” She turned to Krasivolkya for clarification, just as they were approached by security guards.
They were greeted by a round wall of glass onto which was projected a number of different screens. Krasivolkya gestured and Torri tapped her newly learned keycode into the system and up came a flowchart of commands. She selected first a map which laid out the Facility’s floor plan and general layout. There were security posts positioned at regular intervals. There were bunkers and dormitories for the staff. Along with food prep, lockers, and even a small cardiofitness room. Krasivolkya wasn’t kidding when she said most were here on a permanent assignment.
The floor also housed an array of laboratory space. Personal work areas were assigned by color code while shared used areas were centrally located. There were server rooms and AI analysis software. The entire back half of the Facility was designated by blocks of rooms labelled CT’s. Torri gestured and inquired of the abbreviation. It was then Krasivolkya informed her it stood for “clinical testing.”
Torri blinked. ”There are patients here? Now?” In their briefing, she’d been informed there would be access to patients, but it only just now sunk into Torri’s understanding. The depth of what was going on here. Her lips formed a thin line of thought, but it wasn’t up to the Captain to question command, but her oaths drew a moment of doubt to her mind. Volunteers?
The map shifted then, showing an outline of the level below them. There were dozens of individually bunked cells. Within each were the identical shapes of a cot, toilet, sink and shower head. They were completely isolated from one another and red bars designated the security status of each door.
It was the faint glow of a restricted access symbol which drew her next question. It was overlaid across a thumbnail of the level, one for each floor, on the corner of the screen. ”Is that?” She started to ask, but cut herself off. Not sure if she should be nervous or excited. ”Is he here?” She turned to Krasivolkya for clarification, just as they were approached by security guards.