Re: Mazes within a Steel Jungle (Shrike7)
Jess nodded and off they went, Jess keying in the training room, that was decidely NOT hervo's floor, because that would have been bad. As they elevator shot down, Jess tapped her hands on the handrail annoyingly before they stopped and the doors opened up into the Training Room, for... Training. Unlike Hervo's dead floor, this one was well lit, tiled... It looked a great deal like the rest of the building, though the signs on the walls were a bit different, pointing to places like the firing range, hand to hand practice, and several rooms left unlabeled for private use. Heading to the firing range, Jessica came back with a hand gun, and without answering any questiongs, darted into the weight room for several round dumb bell plates, and then again into some wierd ass Recreation room with baseballs and a helmet.
Well, I'm not gonna hit you, and I'm not gonna risk hurting you... So, Better idea! Jess said, the gun on her hip, and everything else held in her arms, the helmet slapped over her head a bright red.
Wandering down the hallway and taking a right, Jessica led them into something labeled "Ballistics Testing" where a man was standing with a labcoat on and reading from a laptop as several odd looking machines set about measuring something. The machines were placed in front of a rifle held in front of a stand, firing into a block of odd brown gelatin, before the thunder of the rifle going off made River jump and the block was obliterated.
Frowning at what he saw, he turned and saw Jessica. "Jess, these silver rounds that came out are shit, they don't have any velocity and... and... you brought a guest, want to steal my room, and don't care about any of this do you. He sighed, his voice having started out honestly concerned before dropping into an annoyed soprano.
Why Hello Rick, How are you! And...Yup, yup, and NOPE! she said, answering all his questions with a smile, before the man scratched his brown mop top, pushed up his glasses, and flopped into a chair.