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Feb. 3rd, 2017 09:22 pm[They'd found it.
It had taken weeks, months, who knows how long in the end, but they tracked the source of the message Dylan gave them. It was exhausting, and bloody, and honestly Tucker hated the whole trip. But they'd tracked it to some facility Tucker didn't bother paying attention to. What mattered was they had Church and he sounded in bad shape. Caboose had insisted on going further in with him, but Wash and Carolina kept him back for defense, so Tucker could get in and out fast. The further in Tucker got though, the less guards he ran into. Whether that was because of the distraction the rest were causing, or because he was going into a less frequented part of the facility, he wasn't sure.
It was just a room. a really boring, bland room. A couple screens and holo-keyboards against the wall, and some kind of computer in the center with a small keypad there. But this was where the signal had come from and it-- It smelled stale. That's what it was; his filter wasn't picking up any other smell. Like no one had been in here in ages. Looked like it too.
He steps up to the keypad and looks down at it. Sees some symbols he doesn't quite recognize, but understands he can at least punch some things in. Try to figure out what's going on.
He'd known what Church always was. Maybe... Only one way to find out.]
Church? Are you there?
It had taken weeks, months, who knows how long in the end, but they tracked the source of the message Dylan gave them. It was exhausting, and bloody, and honestly Tucker hated the whole trip. But they'd tracked it to some facility Tucker didn't bother paying attention to. What mattered was they had Church and he sounded in bad shape. Caboose had insisted on going further in with him, but Wash and Carolina kept him back for defense, so Tucker could get in and out fast. The further in Tucker got though, the less guards he ran into. Whether that was because of the distraction the rest were causing, or because he was going into a less frequented part of the facility, he wasn't sure.
It was just a room. a really boring, bland room. A couple screens and holo-keyboards against the wall, and some kind of computer in the center with a small keypad there. But this was where the signal had come from and it-- It smelled stale. That's what it was; his filter wasn't picking up any other smell. Like no one had been in here in ages. Looked like it too.
He steps up to the keypad and looks down at it. Sees some symbols he doesn't quite recognize, but understands he can at least punch some things in. Try to figure out what's going on.
He'd known what Church always was. Maybe... Only one way to find out.]
Church? Are you there?
