Alice leaned over the desk and gazed at the computer screen. Her eyes squinted as her iris' were suddenly attacked by the glow. Once having read the email, her frown deepened and she leaned back.<br/><br/>"Easier said than done. So where are we supposed to start looking? At the old HQ? Even with our connectons, there are certain sections blocked off from us now, due to good ol' retirement. And also, if this person is smart enough to make this new serum right under the HQ's nose, they MUST be good! We would be walking in blind to enemy territory without knowing the enemy!"<br/><br/>Despite the annoyance in her voice, Alice's heart was hammering with excitement. Despite living as a cizilian for many years, she had not adapted to it. Her soldier blood yearned for the battlefield, was trained for it. And it was exhilerating to think she had a bigger enemy than the dreaded printer that made breakfast out of her files. It should be dully noted, with much pride from Alice, that said printer had to be carted away in several dismembered pieces.