The elevator door eventually opens up once you reach the Department of Accounting. Or the third floor. You just like how the former sounds. Gotta enjoy your time here somehow.
You swore you saw two people in the hallway to your left. You recognized the vantablack from anywhere, though. Oh well, you have that issue handled.
You head down the hallway, aiming for Shot's containment cell. You try your best to avoid making any noise just in case it would distract the people working here.
Before any time has really passed, you end up outside of the containment cell. The airlock has just finished closing, so if you had to guess, they're already inside.
You take a moment to try finding where that one meat lady is. It's hard to tell where there's a few meat people milling about and they all look the same at first examination. Luckily, or unluckily, it seems like she noticed you first.
https://youtu.be/YHQecxst2Ts - MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT [HOPELESS WRECK] HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
[DYING LIGHT] She...she's still human, right?
[BOUND BY DUTY] Do what we came here for. That is all that matters.
It's one thing seeing them through a camera but up close and personal, it is almost nauseating. Every inch of her is a bright pink slurry, with only a few clumps of regular hair and skin clinging to her head. Her outfit is still mostly intact. A bulky vest with pockets all over it, meant to hold ammo.
[BOUND BY DUTY] Similar to an ETF's outfit. Your agents don't have the pockets, just the bulky vest.
The two of you look at each other, neither wanting to break the silence. Something drips to the floor, splattering against the metal. Meat. You try your best to hold your composure.
"So. You're the one who's been talking about a Zeta, huh?" You mutter, not really sure how to properly start.
"You're familiar." Despite her extensive damage, her voice seems intact. Somewhere in her 30s, a bit gruff but obviously feminine. "Eh, my mind's probably playing tricks. What's up?" She tries her best to flash a smile, given her body's fucked up state.
[DYING LIGHT] Oddly cordial. You expected a bit more hesitation.
"I wanted to ask you a few questions if you don't mind." You straighten yourself. No need to be all awkward about this, you literally talked to two people before. "Would that be acceptable?"
"Sure. Not sure how much I can tell you." She leans against a nearby wall, letting clumps of melted flesh spread across it. "Aside from the fact that yes, I was talking about a Zeta. What's it to you?" You think she tried to raise an eyebrow? Not like she has them anymore.
You got a few things you want to say to her but you don't have all the time in the world. You probably have <span class="mu-b">three to four questions</span> you can ask before the work order ends. You might get more detail if you ask three but four would offer more info overall.
"Right, what I wanted to ask is:"
