"It is not my fault I am...unable to do so in a way my Company intended." A dry laugh exits Quentin. "I can't even use the shells my kind were meant to inhabit. I can only use these." He flexes the fingers on one of his hands.
"alexis where the fuck did you even find that picture?"
Her expression tightens. She has to know something.
[MAXXED ALEXIS RAPPORT] "It's." She whispers to you to make sure Quentin doesn't hear. "it's the high corporate administrator of Z-Corp. Q and Z tried to make an experimental Drone variant that could revive the dead."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Such an act is deemed horrifically taboo by most of the Companies in this City.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] While most injuries can be healed through advanced medicine, full destruction of the brain is enough to render them invalid.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] The official explanation is to prevent CEOs from holding power forever. A way for the Head to restrict the power of the Alphabet Companies.
Given how Quentin can't even 'revive' the dead, you suppose the experiment fell through.
"You were a failed experiment but...I can't hold it against you. No one should be judged for things outside their control. (︶︹︺)"
"I thought I recognized you. It was...a surprise to see you."
"Yeah. I suppose it wasn't unpleasant to see you either. Are you willing to help us out? My friends really need your cooperation."
"I suppose a friend of Quentin's is a friend of mine. The code you wanted is 4#/RESultEDinABREACH/@%$"
>You now have the full nuke disarm code: 2theMANAGERcries%3WHENtheWORKRESULT*^4#/RESultEDinABREACH/@%$. Fuck, no way you could've guessed that.Quentin briefly glances at you. "Thank you for ALLOWING ME TO TALK TO HER. CATCHING UP ON SOME OLD MEMORIES FELT. NICE."
>+2 QUENTIN RAPPORT! He is now at full RAPPORT!>You can pick his CAPSTONE BOON this update!Before you have time to dwell on the fact Quentin is apparently some Corporate Administrator's pet project, the ear-piercing screech of an emergency siren echoes through the whole floor.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Agr8Gp-biTk&t=177s - ALERT! ALERT!
<span class="mu-r">"WARNING! WARNING! NICOLE SMITH HAS GAINED ACCESS TO THE THIRD CODE HOLDER."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"WARNING! WARNING! SEALING OFF HIGH SECURITY ARCHIVES! ALL EXITS WILL BE SEALED IN T-MINUS 180 SECONDS!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"180. 179."</span>
Oh FUCK!
"ATTENTION!" Naomi stomps her foot down HARD. "RECOVER MR. CATHODE. NOW."
"SHIT, SHIT!" Adam scrambles out of the room in a hurry. The rest of you follow right after him and good thing you did!
The cells around you begin to wildly shuffle around at speeds comparable to out of control race cars speeding down a freeway.
A dozen footsteps, some metallic and some not, echo throughout the rapidly shifting hallway. If they catch you, you're fucking dead. You do not think you can fight twelve super powerful enemies with the crew you have.
Naomi barks out a flurry of orders that your mind doesn't have time to process. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
