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Riyoku's eyes lit up with a tint of new hope. She jumped up all of a sudden and hugged him, wincing when she did. "Tank, you're a genius! They can be altered as well..." She sat back down and leafed through a black leather journal that was battered and torn with age. "I know the system algorithms, I stole them when... any way, they change with every year. There's a pattern that it rotates off of. The entry code is the algorithmic rotation numbered this year's code numeral..." She looked back at the pattern of the pages and how the numbes were arranged...

"I wouldn't say it is risky... but you can't trust me with setting limits." She muttered, reading it through.

"I know you can handle it, X." he smiled again and listened to Styx. "Hey that's real good. But there's a problem. The Perfect didn't get that name for nothing. Odds are that yeah, they'll get distracted by you for a little bit, before someone at the consoles realize something's missing."

He rubbed his temple trying to think. "If they were more human, no doubt, they would go into a panic and focus directly on the damage that was happening right in front of them. But because they're Perfects, they'll have a better control of their emotions. Meaning that they'll still be watching everything else." He stopped, trying to probe his brain even further.

"Had they been more human, their pride would make them think that we we're so inferior that we could never conceive a plan this complex. On the other hand, they might be so perfect that they'll think like that regardless. Like I said, there's a lot of uncertainties to this mission. There are some things we just don't know about those Perfects for us to go into the mission with a hundred percent success rate."

He slumped over still holding his head. "That's not to say if we don't try it won't work. I'm just saying that if we're hijacking equipment or data, we'll need someone who's fast. I have no doubts in X. I know she can do it. But what concerns me is if she can handle it all at once. If we had more data specialists this might not be that much of an issue. But..."

He took a deep breath and thought for a moment. "Maybe I'm over analyzing this, but I'm still pretty sure it can work if we bring enough napalm," he said managing a grin.

He chuckled a bit. "Nah, I was never good at working equipment, only at shooting things. Might wanna ask someone else around the base..."

He remembered the agent he had talked to a few hours ago. "Hey, I just remembered I met a new Natural today. Maybe we could bring her in on this?" He remembered her bandages. "She's in pretty shape, but even still she has a very strong gate."

Riyoku remained silent throughout their conversation. She didn't think it would be a good time to intervene in the conversation. There was nothing she had to say and nothing she could think of anymore. Despite her skills in carrying out missions, they were still all dictated to her through a memo. She never really had to think up of one this massive before. With all the masterminds of the sector dead or missing, she felt a bit lost.

It was like the first time she had walked through the corridors of the spawning facility's research halls, guided by a female researcher. Numbers were her only means of thinking. It was difficult to reach beyond them and grasp humanity completely.

Riyoku stood up slowly, gritting her teeth against the protests of her muscles. "17.2... open." The nested halos appeared around her right wrist like they always did. She didn't release any of her creatures, but set the gates frequencies out like a blinding beacon, obscuring any possible telepathies out side if there were any. Then thought came to her.

"There's a traitor but it's not her thoughts... they're mine." Her eyes flashed with something reminescent of a shadow of sadness, which was quickly gone beneath the surface. "The gate keeper missed and it's bouncing off of me..." She directed the frequency beacon towards the approximate direction of the telepathy but found nothing.

((Bah. My character was supposed to be the brooding, silent type. Instead, he's become the verbose, insubordinate master of mischief, mayhem, and murder.))

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"Naturally."

He stepped out of the room, and the smile vanished from his face. It was one of her's...Their minds are so weak now. Why? What happened to our will? No...I already know the answer to that. We questioned it, and we lost it. And now it falls to me, to try and bring back the spirit of Resistance...

His boots made an audible sound against the steel ground as he walked. Today, he listened to it instead of trying to muffle it. It felt good to hear the solid thunk, thunk, thunk of rubber on steel. Substance is everything.

Should get going now.

"You stay here and recover. A little painkiller isn't going to help reduced reaction speed. Or you can go with Tank, help him get recruits or act as his bodguard. Either way, I don't feel very comfortable with you watching my back. So let me do this on my own, and once I know I can trust you, perhaps you can come along. Oh, by the way. Try looking for some immune boosters and tranquilizers for yourself. Don't want you to get carried away in your thoughts of betrayal and actually go and get started with killing, now do we?"

He continued down the hall, towards the weapons locker. "Small rounds only, with silencers. Don't make too much noise. And no Gates unless they're absolutely necessary. Forget about body armor. All it'll do is hinder your movement and weigh you down. Don't bother with long-ranged weapons, like snipers. If you prefer automatics, use SMGs instead of rifles and heavy machineguns. The others make too much noise, and unless it's over a large area, you'll have no chance to deploy it. In general, they're infantry support weapons. Save your ammo; kill with a knife if you have to kill at all. Make sure you wear gloves and a mask; else the Perfects can figure out who you are by polymerase chain reaction. And whatever you do, maintain radio silence save in the most dire situations. Understand? I'll let you get my back this time. Don't fail me, or you'll be facing me."