Soft Spot → Sylus

To Survive

Initially, Sylus's plan was too simply walk the corridors aimlessly, interrogating any staff member that passed his way, and if they proved to have no knowledge whatsoever about the whereabouts of his wife or his daughter's Aether Core, he would just use them as a meat shield against other DAA staff. But, Caleb is quick to refuse his idea.

"I never thought you'd be so careless with your plans," Caleb sighs, forcing Sylus into his room with the help of his telekinetic Evol. Fortunately, each DAA staff are granted a decent size dorm for them to live in. Caleb's just so happens to look more spacious due to the lack of furnishing.

"We're running out of time and it's the most effective plan I can come up with," Sylus's Evol clashes with Caleb's, the black mist tries to penetrate the invisible telekinetic force wrapped around Sylus's abdomen.

"Well, let me tell you a bit about Skyhaven," Caleb flicks his wrist, the invisible force disappearing from Sylus's abdomen. "Skyhaven has lots of protofield, hence there will be plenty of illusions. One protofield is linked to another, and I'm pretty sure, (Name) is trapped somehwere among all these protofields."

Sylus furrows his brows, eyeing Caleb suspiciously. "Alright, and where do I find these protofields?"

Walking away to the medium sized, wooden dresser, Caleb rummages around the first drawer. Pulling out a folded paper, he opens it to reveal a map almost a meter long. "We are going to the lab. The scientists keep their experiments in protofields, so there should be an open rift somewhere in the lab," he points at a large room just by the Chow Hall and the canteen. "The only problem is, the lab has a fingerprint scanner."

"Then, we find a scientist, cut his hand, and press it on the scanner," Sylus huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sure, yeah," Caleb rolls his eyes. "But, first, we need something to cover your hair."

Sylus raises a brow in slight offense and curiosity. "Is my hair color that rare for you to be cautious?"

"Yes, they're so rare, only the General here has it, and he's 52 years old," Caleb mocks, walking towards the dresser once again. Rummaging through the first, second, then to the last drawer, he pulls out one of his black hoodies, tossing it over to Sylus. "Wear this."

"What cheap material is this?" Sylus breathes a heavy sigh, putting the dark hoodie over his black suit.

"Now's not the time to pose on a catwalk," Caleb pulls a glock from inside the second drawer, tossing it over to Sylus. "Now we can safely walk through the base."

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It's freezing cold. The minute you step foot into the adjacent room, a cold breeze sweeps past. But, before you could step back, the door closed on its own. You've tried pulling on the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.

You roam about this freezing, fogged room aimlessly, trying your best to see through the fog. It's like a walk in freezer of some sort. The walls are made of metal, shelves lining up both the left and right side of the walls with frozen vials and beakers perching on them. Other than that, the room only has a long table and two chairs facing each other in the middle of the room, no other furnishing is seen within sight.

There's a click that echoes through the room. You jolt in surprise, quickly turning your head to look at the door you entered through. Running towards the door, you try to pull on the knob, this time, you're able to push the door open. A smile graces your visage momentarily as you step foot into a different room from when you came here earlier. It's pitch black, literally. The light from the walk in freezer shines through the opened door, illuminating a small area of the room.