More Then Just Mainframes And Wires// Septiplier

[06]

I approached the bay door, sucking in another breath, crinkling my nose. Yuck, city smell. If you've lived in the city for long periods of time, you don't understand what I mean. A city smelled like burning asphalt and worn rubber. It smelled like car exhaust and gas. It wasn't clean and fresh smelling like the woods and fields back in Ireland. I crouched down in front of the bay door and picked up the heavy tumble activated pad lock, thankful it wasn't code locked. I was careful as I maneuvered the lock pick into the keyhole, practically laying down to hear the tumbles on the lock. It was a minuet before the lock clicked and fell into my hand. "Bingo."

I set the lock to the side and slowly lifted the cargo bay door, grunting softly at the weight. I slowly inched the door up in attempt to make as little noise as possible, opening it just enough to allow me to slide under. I softly closed the door, darkness swallowing me as I did. I turned my back to the door and pulled my phone out, using the screen as a flashlight as I navigated through the packing house area. Huge boxes were propped up and scattered around the loading dock area and I assumed they were for more moduels.

Trucks filled in parking spaces while panels and monitors hummed softly, the only thing cutting the silence besides my echoing footsteps. I looked around for a door or something, biting my lip and pulling my hoodie closer to my body. It had been sticky and hot outside. Now the cool wash of the AC was freezing. I shivered, turning my phone so I could see the screen. I pulled up the floor plan I had Google export me on the drive there. I used the floor plan to navigate my way to a door. When I found one I slowly took the handel, easing the door open and poking my head in. The hallway was dimly lit by a wash of cream color emergency lights, the dark tiles spit shined to perfection. At the end of the hall an emergency exit sign glowed a deep crimson color.

I sucked in a breath and started down the hall. The good thing was the numbers for the rooms were posted on the doors, so at least I wouldn't spend too long looking for the room Mark needed me to get to. I was on the hall of three hundred, so, by using my phone and a bit of my Irish luck, I managed to weave down the hall and find the two hundred rooms. I peaked in a few of the rooms. At first glance, they were about as big as a high school lecture room. Each room was outfitted with three wide monitors that casted a strange blue glow over the room. A huge chalkboard stretched on the opposite wall, tons of scribbles and numbers sketched over it.

I continued to the very end of the hall. 206... 205... There it was. 204. I tried to peak through the room window, but something covered the small plate glass windows, blocking out my veiw of what could possibly await me inside. I swallowed. I could always turn around and book it down the hall, tell the guy's I changed my mind... No. No, I wasn't a pussy. I needed to help Mark. I closed my eyes, grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open. I gazed inside, my eyes widening at the veiw in front of me. Three bio tubes stood in the middle of the room, each containing a person. A huge jumble of monitors that formed some kind of super computer on the furthest side of the room, keyboards glowing multi colored on the desk that held the monitors.

But I only gave the computer a quick glance as I stepped into the room, the door slowly closing behind me. My attention was stuck on the bio tubes. Mainly the first tube. Each tube casted a strange glow over the room, coming from the liquid each of the men were floating in, I assumed. The man that held my attention was above super model level. He had the same sweep of red hair, the same scruff, hell, the same glasses, all of it was the same. He looked just like Google. I bit my lip, finding myself wondering towards the tube.

How was I supposed to open it? I mean, there was a keypad on the glass, but I didn't know the code. I rested my hand flat against the glass, head tilted to the side. The man looked so deadpan, almost relaxed, his eyes closed. I managed to tear my attention away from the tube towards the computer desk. Maybe if I poked enough buttons, I could get the tube to open? I moved away, wandering to the desk. There were stacks of papers littered over the space, each with scrawls and codes on them. I found a clipboard under the mess of papers, carefully taking it. I moved back to the tubes for light. The papers looked like doctors charts with vitals, blood preassure, heart rate, etc. I read them over. None of them had names, so I wasn't any closer to figuring out who these guys were and why Mark wanted me here.