The statue had naturally been the first thing that caught Keira's eye. She scooped it up before looking it over more thoroughly. It seemed to be a man. A man draped in a long coat with a breastplate underneath it. Keira toyed around with the frozen figure as she thought about what to do.

Naturally it would be quite interesting to see what poor sod had been packed like this. Though one would have to wonder just why he ended up that way in the first place. There was also the fact that unpacking someone involved a complex set of spells that took a rather large amount of concentration. If one mistake was made, then the man in question would end up dead...or worse. The largest issue though was also the simplest one. If the whole process went smoothly and the man in question was indeed released from his prison, then there would still be a complete stranger prancing about, confused as hell making a complete mess of things. It would certainly make hiding away that much harder. Keira would have given this matter more thought, but right before she could start delving into more complex thought another issue showed up.

Geralt of Rivia had just arrived.

It had been several years since she had encountered the white haired witcher. Of course that didn't mean that he'd become any less predictable.

A quick trip through a portal in the basement, then a hop in the bath. The moment Geralt managed to find his way in, he saw exactly what he needed to see.

Keira gave him a momentary gaze at her assets before dressing herself in a nice looking illusion. She had had a little issue on Fyke Isle that needed solving, stroking the witcher's...ego was the first step. Of course the day had only just begun. Before long Keira learned that the Elven sage who had questioned her before was in fact Cirilla's ward. Evidently the child of surprise had returned from places unknown.
Geralt needed to find Ciri and the sage had promised to hand over an illusion dispelling lamp before he left. It wasn't long before an agreement of sorts had been reached. A trip had been made to where the sage was last seen, and (as usual when it came to Geralt) problems occurred immediately.
Keira and Geralt encountered none other than the Red Riders of the Wild Hunt. It was a challenge...but nothing that a sorceress and a witcher couldn't handle.

At the end of the day everything had ended in a (for the most part) satisfactory manor. The lantern had been acquired and Geralt had promised to return. The plan to infiltrate Fyke Isle seemed a little more likely. True the Wild Hunt's intervention was a worrying matter, but everything around Geralt fit that description. And as far as Keira noted, the world still hadn't ended.
Now once again Keira found herself sitting alone in the shack the villagers had so graciously allocated her.
No one to chat with over the megascope, no intelligent conversation for miles around, no...
Keira looked over and noticed the jade figurine. That could work.

The pentagram on the floor had to be drawn out precisely. Everything had to line up to the nearest millimeter. The candles had been lit, and the figurine sat at the center. Keira began uttering the complex spells needed to unlock the figurine. Everything had to be stated precisely. Nothing could be mispronounced. As the spells continued a strange heat began to emanate from the figurine. A bead of sweat trickled down Keira's forehead as she began to reach the end. Just one mistake and whoever this was would be turned to red paste.
Then again, that could happen even if this goes correctly.
In a flash it was over. The heat subsided and Keira relaxed. The figurine was gone, replaced by a shivering man laying sprawled across the pentagram.
Keira looked over at her new ward. He began to uncurl slowly, not making a sound as he did. He had a long brown coat draped over what looked to be a breastplate. The coat was dotted with holes and the armor seemed to have a set of claw marks raked across it. His legs had a strange kind of fabric covering them. It seemed to be something akin to canvas.
Gazing up Keira decided to look at the stranger's face. The man on the floor still hadn't spoken, instead he merely shivered as Keira examined him.
The face was nothing special. Brown hair had fallen down over his temples. His nose seemed to be broken, while his eyes sat in a pronounced set of sockets. The eyes had deep bruises around them as well. Almost as if whoever this was had been awake for days at a time. Beside all of that a dry and dusty looking beard seeped down from his face. All together he seemed to be a dried up looking vagrant with strange looking clothes.
Keira winkled her nose as his scent wafted into her nostrils. It seemed to be a mix of sweat,ammonia and...urine.

Keira recoiled as she watched a dark stain emanate from the unconscious stranger's crotch.

Several minutes later the stranger lay on top of a table. His clothes and armor had been removed. Keira washed her hands in a basin, all the while swearing under her breath. This is not how she envisioned the matter going. Keira could not help but sigh as she finished up. If she had half a mind she would dump the poor fool outside...still professional curiosity had to be sated, and the odd man had certainly stoked it.
After removing his clothes Keira had noted something rather strange. Despite obvious signs of malnutrition the man before her possessed a raised set of muscles. His midsection in particular seemed...a tad unrealistic. After sung a quick diagnostic spell to probe the area Keira's suspicions were confirmed.

The muscles weren't natural.

Some kind of artificial tissue had been placed beneath his skin. Further checks confirmed that the man's body held more muscle than it should have.
It was at this moment that Keira stopped looking at him like a human, and more like specimen. She made a small incision into his left bicep before removing a tiny spec on flesh from inside of it. As the man began to writhe and mumble Keira quickly cast another spell to calm him down. Instead of incapacitating him it seemed to have the opposite affect. The man seemed to just struggle more fiercely. It wasn't until he was given a strong injection of anesthetic that he finally went limp.
Keira didn't bother examining the tissue sample after taking it out. She was curious about how the subject resisted a spell which should have rightly left him dead to the world. Keira took the time to utter a more complex spell, after that she once again scrutinized the body on the table.
What she saw marked the first time (in her professional career anyway) that she was at a loss for words.

It's...a machine.

The inside of the stranger's body was packed to the brim with things that shouldn't rightly have been there. His spine was made completely from some metallic alloy that Keira had never seen before. His lungs seemed to be two times larger than an average set, and made out of some strange material that Keira (once again) had no real knowledge of. His heart...wasn't there. Instead some oval shaped device seemed to pump blood in it's place.
Some of the subject's bones were still made of the usual calcium, but his skull seemed to be made of the same alloy constituting the back. The brain inside of it, if one could still call it that was the most unique part of him. Both the stem, and lower parts of the organ were indeed normal. However the rest of the organ had been entirely replaced by more metal or synthetic parts.

It seemed as though someone had simply opened his head up and added new...implants to his brain intermittently.

Some unconscious alarm suddenly sounded in Keira's mind. She stopped the diagnostic and looked directly over at the man's left forearm. Across in was one clear and clean tan line where something had adorned the arm constantly. It ran six inches up from his wrist, then stopped.

For an hour afterwards Keira hadn't touched the subject nor had she used her Megascope. She knew exactly who she had now. She remembered what she and Triss had carted out of Stygga castle. Vilgefortz's noted had described what he found. The lodge had been very interested in the technology the rouge mage had been experimenting on. Especially the wrist mounted device that could compact matter.
Now suddenly the owner of all those gadgets was lying next to her...alive.

Philippa Eilhart had taken all the recovered devices with her before she had vanished.

Keira glanced away from whoever the man on table was and back to the megascope. She pondered deeply if trying to contact Pillipa, or anyone else was worth the risk. She received her answer quicker than she thought.
The sound of parchment gently blown aside by a breeze was all that she heard. Keira glanced around just in time to see the subject standing behind her.
A set of emerald green eyes met her's for the briefest of seconds.

After that she felt a light knock on the head, before the world went dark.