If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says...
It takes us a while. And I mean a long while. Sporadically, we'd run into soldiers-- usually on their way somewhere else. Apparently, The Max knocked down quite a few of their systems and they're running blind with radio transmissions filled mostly with static. We take more than a few wrong turns, back track far too often, and I'd put money down that we ran around in circles. I won't admit it, mind you.
Then we find it. The door that says Experimental Subjects. And there's little dates next to the names outside. From today. I'll say one thing about these bad guys, they move fast.
Need a pass code to enter, so we blow the door.
She's not a pretty sight at all.
But, because she's alive, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her hair is matted with filth, or blood, or stuff I just don't want to know about. All her limbs are hanging in relatively the right position but she's out cold.
There's a monitor by her head, wires and stickies running between here and it. A beep-beep machine keeps rhythm above. I hope it's only measuring her brain waves or something rather then scrambling them. The knee jerk reaction is to turn off the damned machine but too many wires and too many friends make me think again.
"Yo. 'Nita! Snap out of it!" Lobo waves his hand in front of Emp's face. He snaps his fingers and pulls her hair. It doesn't work; she ain't moving. He lifts an eyelid but it's a no go. She's far gone and there's still a lot of wires. I feel like I'm disarming a bomb only the only thing going to blow up is the hearts of three friends.
There's gotta be...
Three friends?
"I've got an idea."
"Hope it involves punching someone."
"Er... not yet."