[ Tseng is glad for the visor covering his face; he's well-aware of the twisted look on it now, somewhere between ten seconds to hysterical laughter and absolute abject disappointment. This is their target. This is what they're up against.
He can't lose it now, not here. Instead, he huffs, a small noise that is equal parts amusement and hurry, and hastens Reno inside the lab with him.
It's not a lab like Hojo's lab. What it is is a wide, open space filled with sprawling, curved desks and glittering, humming monitors. Huge monitors, at that. Everything feels oversized and bulky, which gives Tseng the impression that a budget just has not been there for them as of late. He slides into one of the benches and strikes the keys on the board, watching as the screen lights up before him.
Same keyboard, he notes. Language is all shit that he understands. He lets relief settle over him for a moment before he feeds the keycard into the slot. ]
This is...
[ What he sees amazes him. Every aspect of this mission is laid out and labeled for him in a neat, pointed list. There are data tables with extra information should he choose to click on it. Information that he didn't even know he wanted is presented plainly and prominently.
He realizes that soldier didn't even ask him for his name so that he could get his keycard back later. ]
Everything is here. It can't be this easy.
[ Has to be a setup. Tseng removes his gun and places it in his lap, gestures for Reno to take watch. ]
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He can't lose it now, not here. Instead, he huffs, a small noise that is equal parts amusement and hurry, and hastens Reno inside the lab with him.
It's not a lab like Hojo's lab. What it is is a wide, open space filled with sprawling, curved desks and glittering, humming monitors. Huge monitors, at that. Everything feels oversized and bulky, which gives Tseng the impression that a budget just has not been there for them as of late. He slides into one of the benches and strikes the keys on the board, watching as the screen lights up before him.
Same keyboard, he notes. Language is all shit that he understands. He lets relief settle over him for a moment before he feeds the keycard into the slot. ]
This is...
[ What he sees amazes him. Every aspect of this mission is laid out and labeled for him in a neat, pointed list. There are data tables with extra information should he choose to click on it. Information that he didn't even know he wanted is presented plainly and prominently.
He realizes that soldier didn't even ask him for his name so that he could get his keycard back later. ]
Everything is here. It can't be this easy.
[ Has to be a setup. Tseng removes his gun and places it in his lap, gestures for Reno to take watch. ]
Lock the door. They must be on to us.