-Tox- (Memory)
"You're kidding, right? I'm not crawling through an air vent to get in there!" I huffed in exasperation and rolled my eyes. I tried to use body language as best I could to let her know I was NOT liking the idea.
"Oh come on, Toxy! Everyun's gotta do sum'n they don't like at SOME point in their life! It may be unpleasant but at least you can say you got the job done! Besides, later in life you can tell your wife you were once small and flexible enough to crawl through that hole, and brave enough to do it!"
"Or stupid enough..."
"SO not helping Tinkerbell." Psi threw a burning glare at 564, "Please, Toxy?"
I pouted, considering her face, the look of pure, innocent begging. I could almost forget how could blow up gigantic metal buildings in seconds. She could tear me to shreds. "Oh fine." I relented, knowing as soon as the words left my lips I'd regret them instantly. And I did.
"YAY!" number 83 jumped up in the air and squealed, delighted. And then she turned an almost terrifying look of triumph on me. "Now let's lift you up!"
~ "Umph!" I landed on my feet, about ten yards away from the large door. Surrounded. "Shi-"
"Hands in the air!" One of the two officers held his gun to my head. I obeyed, slowly raising my arms 'till they were above my head. "State your business here!"
"To kick your asses..." I mumbled.
Without warning, I lifted one foot and kicked up the chin of the man with a gun. His finger pulled the trigger, but the shot went wild and hit his partner in the shin. A loud scream of pain erupted from her mouth, but I silenced it by socking her in the nose, and then quickly shoving a hand over her mouth.
I pulled the hand that held the gun up, and pointed it at her head. O kept my finger over hers on the trigger, one false move and it would set off the shot. "Lower your weapon or she dies." I stated when the other had recovered.
He looked like I'd punched him in the privates. "Don't... Don't hurt her..." he gasped, but then realized something and bit his lip. "Lower your weapon."
"Technically, I don't have one. This is hers." I shrugged, leaving the gun where it was.
"Not funny, brat." The man said. He didn't look too strong, though. There was a tiny hint of pleading and hope in his eyes. He glanced at the woman I held.
I considered. "Drop your weapon if you care at all. 5... 4... 3... 2..." Menacingly, I let my finger hold tighter. Somehow, during all this, I think the woman had either feinted or been knocked unconscious. Her eyes were closed, as if already dead.
"Okay, okay!" The man dropped the gun in his hands and held his hands up. "Don't hurt her, please! Kill me I don't care." The man dropped to the floor, his chin a bruised mess, and he looked a little bruised. I had heard a few curse words when I'd been focused on the woman. A few bars and crates nearby looked out of place, and one was smashed, leaving a long trail of pale blue liquid slipping from one corner.
I considered for a moment, and then pulled the gun from her head. "Here, take her and go. But open those doors while you leave. Don't ever come back." I kept the gun, but I stood up, leaving the female on the floor.
Hesitantly, the man came forward and picked her up. He started carrying her towards the big doors.
"How many of you are there here? Just the guards? Ten, twenty?"
"Just us two..." the man bit his lip, and pulled out a card from his back pocket. He slipped it into a mechanism in the wall and waited.
Something clicked, and the entire door began to slip upwards. As he made a move to leave, he slipped the card back into his pocket. "Thanks," I said.
He said nothing, just walked out. Psi and Tinkering Virus walked up to me and looked at me in surprise. "You're letting them go?" He asked.
"I'm not in the mood to kill anyone right now." I said nonchalantly.
"Aww..." 83 looked glum, pouting slightly as we walked deeper into the station. "So how'd you open the door, anyway?"
"I didn't, he did. With this." I held up the ID card he'd slipped back into his pocket before leaving."
"Nice," She grinned.

-Cal- (memory)
"Hagen?" Quietly, I slipped into the large dark room my brother never left nowadays. "Do you want any dinner?"
I didn't get a response, as usual. He just sighed and sniffled slightly.
"Okay then, I brought you some soup... from downstairs. If you want more you can come get some."
Again, no response.
"Okay..."
I turned from the door, leaving the bowl full of soup on the floor, knowing he'd never pick it up, never touch it... but hoping all the same.
He never left that room. Not since G-pop finally left us. Not long after the funeral, he had slipped into his and G-mum's room and cried for days. And then just sat there for weeks.
I brought him food, and water... I brought him his favorite blanket and his stuffed monkey from when we were smaller.
It didn't help...

-Tox- (memory)
"So you're telling me that this station was a bust?" 564 looked pissed, and bit his lip. "We got nothing good out of stopping here?"
"You tell me, buster. You're the one who can READ that gibberish on the screen."
"It's a simple hexagonal code, run through a filter of multiples of six. Beginners play if you ask me. And they only used these codes at all because they're required to. There's nothing here worth busting in for anyway. Talk about a let-down."
"Well at least it was one of the easiest so far, so no unnecessary violence or anything." Psi looked relieved, rolling her eyes. "Than we skedaddle?"
"Yes, we get out of here." Tink stood up and pressed a button, rolling his eyes and sighing in frustration. The screen flickered and turned black, and a tiny square in the center asked for a pass-code.
Thinking absently on nothing in particular, I thought of a certain piece of information we'd found in one of the previous garages. It had stumped the heck out of us, and we'd discarded it, forgetting it.
I stopped in my tracks.
Eleven, easy digits, that made no sense in the context.
86942488,842 Spinning on my heels, on a vague whim, I walked straight back to the monitor and typed in the numbers.
"Access, granted. Welcome, doctor, Salt."
"Huh?"
The monitor flared to life, a bunch of information that hadn't been there before popped onto the screen, and a few files instantly opened. A computerized voice greeted me, and I could hear whirring in the walls. It reminded me about how I'd once heard that happened when a secret door was about to open. Nothing happened, that I could see though.
"Please, say a command."
Psi stood in the doorway, looking at the monitor screen. "What did you do?"
"842," In walked Tink, who glared at me. "Is there something you'd like to tell us?"
"Uhh, I remembered that odd string of numbers we found two days ago at the last garage we busted. They made no sense, but I remembered them. They sounded interesting if I said them a certain way. And the computer screen asked for a password or something, and I decided it couldn't hurt to try it. And what do you know, it worked."
"Makes sense... I guess..." 83 shrugged and walked back into the room. "I wonder why they did all this?"
Tink sat down, spreading his fingers over the keys. "And I wonder if there's any information in this computer we need. Maybe a map of the place?"
"A map, of, warehouse laboratory, number, Y-12." The computerized voice announced.
We all blinked.
A detailed, 3D map of the entire garage was shown on the wall, projected by a tiny device that looked like a camera that hung from the center of the ceiling. It even had a tiny red dot, with the words "Main computer base, you are here."
"Handy..." I muttered.
"Is there a self-destruct button or mechanism in this building?" Psi asked, clearly asking the computer to try and test it.
"Locating..." the voice buzzed... "Found. Self-destruct mechanism. Ten minute evacuation time, given." The computer told her. A tiny Yellow dot flared to life not too far from the room we were in, glowing brightly against the blue lines that marked out the architecture.
"Wow." She leaned closer to the screen, reading some of the notes that had flared to life as well. "There's enough pack to a punch to take out this entire building, and leave a giant hole in the ground!" She sounded impressed. "Where can I get a hold of some charges that powerful?"
The computer began listing off what sounded like a recipe, rattling them off like an elementary student recites their book report they've memorized.
"Whoa!" Psi's eyes grew wide. "That's a powerful combination! Is there any way to print that out?"
"Printing..." The voice told her.
We heard more whirring, and a panel opened up in the wall. A single slip of paper came sliding out and stopped about halfway through.
"Please, retrieve your copy."
"Crap, that's awesome!" She grinned, snagging the paper and looking it over, and then folding it up and slipping it into her dirty jeans.
"Computer, could you maybe get us some lunch, too?"
"I want a ham sandwich, personally." Tink said with longing.
"Cheddar or Swiss, doctor?"
"Really? Uh, Swiss. On rye."
"Calculating..."
Another panel slid out of the wall, this one larger, and a neatly wrapped package sat in the metal hole.
"Please, retrieve your sandwich."
"Cool." Psi grinned.