|The Hunt Ensues
||[Mar. 11th, 2006|05:14 pm]
Synthia stared out the window of the room she had claimed for herself for the time being within the building the self-proclaimed Sublimely Magnificent Selric Girardot XVII, a title she could only scoff at, used for his infamous prostitution service. She could care less about such petty crimes. Prostitution and Selric himself was hardly a threat to the Machines’ dominance, and they could easily kill him if ever he proved otherwise. What concerned her was Specimen 00 and his sudden, inexplicable disappearance.|
Though it seemed as if she sat intently watching, her mind’s eye was somewhere else completely, linked to the Machines’ vast information network, confirming that his disappearance was in fact inexplicable. Not a single recorded instance that she could find seemed to shed any light upon what could have happened to him or why. Divine intervention was not something easily understood or well documented by the creations of Their creations, and any mention to such were vague at best.
She sighed over the fruitless search as the connection terminated, sufficiently advanced technology may be indistinguishable from magic, but even all these millennia after such a phrase was coined, magic was still quite distinguishable from technology. At least she could sense Nielthunn was approaching accompanied by Forensics 29, at least they granted that request.
She activated her transmitter as she rose to meet them. Gather what information you can from the area and wait until recalled.
"Synthia!" she could hear from beyond the door as she opened it to see Niel wave her down.
"Any leads before this incident?" she asked, indicating the droid.
"This is Forensics Personality 29. He got dome-dropped in. We're getting a lot of support, all over the Dome. Haven't you heard? Some morons opened fire on a Drone and two of us at some bar," he started in, apparently not having listened to her question in his eagerness to tell her what she already knew, "and they're rioting against the Atrox right now. They've dropped a ton of Drones and even some Securities."
Forensice Personality 29 did not respond, unlike Nielthunn, it did what it was told, going over the street corners, brick by brick. "That tells me everything I didn't ask to know."
"Anything you're going to ask?" Niel was obviously irritated, confirming he didn’t hear a word she said.
She at least did a better job controlling her own irritation, "Leads? The person you left to speak with? Before the drones started dropping?"
"Yeah. I spoke with Sarah. She gave me a gift. Ideally, it tells me where to go. The trick is that it's hard to tell when a spell is directing you."
Wonderful. "As in, follow you, you might know where we're going?"
"More or less." Niel turned to the distracted Forensics 29, "Requesting permission to depart area."
This is why I prefer to work alone.
This is why he was assigned to the capture of Specimen 00.
To lead us on a wild goose chase?
You have a better option?
Niel literally gets the green light from the Machine, and turned to Synthia, "That way. Follow me." With that, he started a brisk march down a side street. Where to, he had no idea, with a less than happy cyborg following his aimless lead.