The Shooting Star

17. Fusion Infiltration

⦅ Seeevenifthatwasthecaseitwouldntmakeanysensebecauseahotdogisjustafoldedsandwich. ⦆

˗ˋˏ°• A hot dog is not a sandwich it's like it's own thing. It folds on a singular piece of bread which completely defiles what a sandwich stands for. •°ˎˊ˗

They've been talking about this for a good while. . . honestly it's felt like the topic for the entirety of their travel back to the lab. The holidays were in full swing, which meant that everyone was enjoying their time away from working to be around the people they held near and dear. . . and here she was quietly spectating their argument. Not that she minded of course, the bickering was making for good background noise.

⦅ Asandwichdoesntstandforanythingitsjustasandwich. ⦆

˗ˋˏ°• It's the principal of- wait a minute you're going against the agreement we made! You got one word every minute and you're spewing out piles of nonsense. •°ˎˊ˗

⦅ noimnotimfollowingyourwordsperfectlyandnotbreakinganysortofagreement. ⦆

˗ˋˏ°• You literally are! Talking faster doesn't constitute to less words! Averine, you're with me on this right? •°ˎˊ˗

    ❝ . . . Haven does have a point. It does sound like breaking the rules. ❞

  ˗ˋˏ°• Aha! See even she agrees! •°ˎˊ˗
   ⦅ Imstickingtoonlysayingoneworditsnotmyfaultyoucantseetheliteracy. ⦆

   A smiling chuckle was made from Averine, while another strained groan was made from Haven. Error was having an apparent ball with the two's inconsistence, that shit eating grin being cold proof of it.

    ˗ˋˏ°• God you're awful. •°ˎˊ˗

   They traversed a bit further through the pathing until they finally stumbled upon Kaven City once again. The holiday season became it's new population, while only a handful of people remained wandering about with trinkets and gadgets. Some of them looking more lethal then festive but judging another's gift is a crude behavior. The self appointed trio saundered to the entrance of the Kaven Laboratory, with Averine now standing slightly behind the two of them.

⦅ Oh hey it's where me and Aves met. Feels like it was weeks ago. ⦆

❝. . . . it was yesterday. ❞

⦅ No it wasn't. ⦆

   Another confused glance was given to the. . . shadow. . . person. . .thing as Haven took it upon herself to try and enter the building. To no ones surprise it was locked, but how simple the lock was definitely offset the lack of surprise.

   ˗ˋˏ°• A laboratory this grand just uses a key card scanner? There's no way. •°ˎˊ˗

    ❝ That makes sense from their side. They do regular broadcasts and tours so it's convenient to just swipe and go. ❞

  ˗ˋˏ°• . . . makes sense that way. They are pretty transparent with what they're doing most of the time too. Outside of what you mentioned I guess. •°ˎˊ˗

   Averine held her hand up and forward came a rose-pink gun: one of her specialties. Right before she was going to blatantly shoot at the glass, a spaded tail wrapped around the gun and flung it out of her hand.

   ⦅ Breaking the glass isn't going to help. I'm pretty sure they'd put alarms on a lab entrance. Reminder to never put you on a stealth team. ⦆

  Hearing that out loud certainly made it make sense, even if it was the easiest option available.

  ❝ Okay infiltration expert, how would you get into a secure facility? ❞

  ⦅ . . . . bitch it's glass? Have you never seen any spy movie? Double Zero seven? Undercover Rider? ⦆