Duos sat in the operating room, adjusting his gasmask and gloves. His mind was realing as he shrugged off the last effects of the anastesia, and eyeing the surgical lazer. It had a power cell on it, the cell looking like it could also fit into the rubber shielded port on his mask... Should he? Lady Fanya would likely not mind, and if it was a part to a surgical tool, he was betting they had a few more in the room. Slipping from teh gurny, to his booted feet, he was reattaching the various cloaks, cloths, and rags that made up his draping attire while moving to the table. The power cell popped out easily enough, and after a few moments of blindly fiddling with his mask, he managed to pop the cell in... Thats when things got interesting.<br/><br/>A counter appeared in the bottom right of his field of vision made of transparent green LED, with a lightening bolt beside it: Remaining time worth of power. To the top left was a RAD symbol, and two numbers beside it, seperated by a slash. 258/00. Internal/external, perhaps? Reaching up, he tried to contort himself to feel that metalic plate in the middle of his shoulderblades, hoping there may be another port for a power cell. The first doctor, the dead one, had mentioned his suit was equipped with a Stealthboy. If he could get it working, who knew what other doors would be opened for him? Bowing his head, and setting his last headrag and fadora into place, he turned to leave.<br/><br/>The ER doors slammed open as he marched out, yet made no sound. However, there was something in the ghost of a man's actions, his manner of moving, with his chest pumped out, shoulders back and head only slightly bowed... He exuded a confidence, a clarity of mind and body, thanks in no small part to Simons. In his trip, he saw 'D' striding likewise down the hall, the militaristic man's momentary surprise swiftly replaced by a smile,<span style="color: teal">"Hey, Duos, no hard feelings or anything, right? I was just looking for~"</span>His words dieing in his throat as all the guns, gunbelts, and even becca's rifle was shoved into his arms from the hidden hands of the sniper.<br/><br/><i>"Give the girl, her gun back... Where, is the armory?"</i>Something in the man's now synthetically augmented voice, made louder and more audidable by the mask's speaker unit, carried a sort of power to it.<br/><span style="color: teal">"Uh, yea, down the hall, third door to the left. HEY! Where are you~"</span><br/><i>"Business."</i>Was all the answer he got, as the phantasm of a being vanished down the hall...<br/><br/>The room was a modestly sized one, and could have passed as any room in the hotel. If one ignored that all while it still had a couch and chairs, all the other furniture was replaced with guncases, display cases full of guns, and all the walls were replaced with weaponlockers. The guard, thankfully for his own good, had been given orders to let Duos in and grant him free reign of the stash... A chance he did not put to waste. A silenced 9mm pistol, extra big combat knife, drum fed, sawed off combat shotgun, and, of course the biggest, meanest, scope mounted sniper rifle he could get his hands on. Several clips and drums of ammo later, he was stepping out of the armory, feeling considerably more prepair for the day ahead.<br/><br/>Thats when he heard it, someone crying out... Was that Becca's name? It sounded like it, and the voice seemed familiar to him. Once more he was on the move, darting through the shadows of the hall, up stairwells and through rooms in persuit of that voice's owner... Which swiftly brought him to Jynx, a most worried looking Jynx at that...<i>"Lost?"</i>he asked, in his newly augmented voice, though it was still gruff and monotone for the most part, his form seeming to almost materialize from the dark as he presented himself before her, and likewise gauged her current state of being...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>