Lex shook his head. "I've told you everything that I know about it. I don't know where it came from or why. I don't even for certain know if it was a sound frequency that did this." If it<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>been specifically designed to target Realians, then they were dealing with something much, much bigger than themselves. He wasn't sure what that meant, exactly, but it certainly gave him a sense of foreboding. Just when his stomach acid had twisted and turned and found a new way to make him feel sick, he felt a soft weight drop onto his shoulder. Blue's hair draped against his arm in a long curtain. The hand that had been tracing the way along the wall immediately shot to his pocket, twirling his wedding band around his finger nervously. Curiously enough though, he made no moves away from her. He just continued on. "And if it<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>a sound frequency, I've got no way of knowing if it's still playing. If we woke Dicen up and it's still going, then we'll lose him. We might be able to force him back into stasis if the capsule doesn't get damaged, and if we can get him back in it, but there's no telling if we could ever reverse the effects at a later date." The kindest thing they could do in that situation, as much as Lex hated to admit it, was put him down. Just like a rabid animal.<br/><br/>"Good lord, you're a real fucking optimist, Lex. You know that?" Marcus asked, mostly rhetorically, as they ascended what looked like the last flight of stairs. There was only one, single door at the top of the stairs. Black, windowless, and without a doorknob. To the left, about halfway down the door's length, there stood a pinpad embedded in the wall. It looked like it had multiple different methods of opening the door; in addition to the keypad, there was a card reader and a place for a thumbprint scanner. All of which were banes to their mission, because Lex couldn't get in. "Well... we're here. And there's a really secure-looking door. Pinpad-looking thing on the wall that I'm assuming you can't get into." An LED embedded into the pinpad shone red to remind at least two-thirds of them that they could go no further.<br/><br/>Because of course there would be another door Lex couldn't get through with his clearance. "...can you take it apart?"<br/><br/>"What."<br/><br/>"The pinpad. Do you think that you could get the door to open if you opened up the control box?"<br/><br/>Marcus blinked. He<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>have tools, but they were out in his speeder. The garage might have something that he could use, too. But it was still a game of roulette as to whether or not he could get it to open, even if he figured out the base mechanisms of the security device. But he supposed that it was their best chance. "I mean, I think so," he said finally, walking up to the wall and kneeling in front of the pinpad. It looked... simplistic? He'd definitely seen more complex security systems. "It might take me a while, though. But I can try."