While Corbin slipped deeper into the lab towards the engineering bay, Mercer ducked into an auxiliary terminal alcove. A standard-issue workstation blinked in standby, the screen flickering softly like it was still waiting for someone to return from their lunch break weeks or months ago.
He sat down, pulled up a seat, and started going through the system. No hacking, no clever backdoors—just good old-fashioned navigation and search queries.
Most of the directories were what you'd expect: logs of supply deliveries, shift rotations, updates on personnel hygiene protocols. He scrolled through with a detached rhythm, eyes scanning for keywords—Heaven’s Wing, experimental systems, psionics, anything unusual.
Nothing.
But a handful of folders were locked down, encrypted on a deep technical level and clearly protected. When he tried to open one, the screen pinged and a clean window appeared:
ACCESS DENIED
Credentials required. Please enter authorized user ID and security code.OOC:
Hank, Douklan, what do you do? Anyone going with Corbin?