Paranoid Investigation [Drug Bust Case File #38 Mission]

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As the computer finally gave in to Tamsin's influence, they finally gained access. There was nothing special to note, but there appeared to be a function inside that appeared to turn off the cryogenics keeping the several hallways below freezing point in the underground...

Tamsin wiped sweat from her brow, and exhaled a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. That was a close one for sure. She gave an apologetic look to the rest of the group, knowing that could have gone very badly if they had been found out. Despite that, though, She felt like she had really had a breakthrough with this thing. Maybe next time would be easier.

"Alright...How's this for a heat wave. I'm tired of winter anyway."

> Turn that shit off for real

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He gave the girl a light head pat. With the head pat a dim golden light would wrap around the team and heal them.

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Tamsin couldn't help but smile a little as her head was patted, though she did her best not to act like it. "It was no bit deal, really..." She said a little sheepishly, grateful for the restoring energy that wafted over her. They had passed this danger, and it looked like the cold air that had been wafting down the hall was gone now. They could pass unhindered now, it seemed.

"Okay." Tamsin said, probably a little too excited than she should have been, "This way, right? Try to keep up." She declaired, before speeding off in the direction they hadn't come from. She went up and around. She slowed briefly as she rounded the corner, to glance down the hallway that head north. It was occupied, she she kept going, seeking shelter in the dead end ahead of them. Only it wasn't a dead end...it was an unmarked door. "Hey, Wicked? You have that key still?" She asked, gesturing towards the door.

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As the team entered through the door, scientific equipment could be seen. It was almost so out of place to see robotic tools eking out materials behind a glass surface. At the end of the assembly train seemed to be creating a trail of the familiar drugs from that one night as they endlessly streamed through a wall, possibly for storage like a factory. But if the team carefully examined the tubing, they would finally chance upon the endless amount of bodies and the tell-tale stench of anti-septic and... rotting flesh. Each and everyone of them appeared to be in test tubes and every one of them accompanied by a small terminal that accounted for their "living state". Yet, many couldn't be called to be human nor demon either. Pallid, wiry, and deformed bodies floated silently in the incubating nature of their water tanks. Others were laid out in gurneys with tubes protruding through every nook and cranny. Green and red fluid was being drained from each vessel. Most of them were motionless, save for one who looked like an absolute husk, lacking any eyes to perceive the newcomers. But it would blindly turn to the direction and begin to rasp and to wheeze.

"Yaaaaaap! Key's right here!" sang the witch, spinning the keyring on her finger before tossing it behind-the-back with a hop. She didn't think going out for drinks was such a bad idea, who was she to give a damn? It'd work out juuuuuust fine. Even if they still wanted to stay suited-up they could always go back to the Playhouse for free drinks until she got kicked out again for the stupid shit she'd pull, she could even rub Rusty's nose in it a little. ....naaaaaaah, she wouldn't do that. Unless he started it first. Then she'd end his entire career. She was a little on edge sneaking around but they did it quick enough, it was actually kind of exciting! And the hacking to- no wait that was kind of boring. It sort of made her feel bad that everyone around her was smart and she wasn't but that was okay, it's not like they were throwing it in her face or anything. Apparently Tammy almost got caught, Patty couldn't really tell. She didn't know what any of it meant but the look on her face said enough. They got through it anyway though, now here they were.

And by the looks of things this was the place.

"Y'know..... I THOUGHT I knew what I was talkin' about until like..... I mean the vatos back home never had anything like this... like... they just ran shop out of their... garages..." Wicked trailed off, talking just to talk. This was pretty damn organized, whoever they were dealing with were some serious Big Corporate Evil types of assholes. This wasn't anything like any meth lab she'd seen before. But all this crud was getting pumped in through a source and they were here to shut it down and destroy the supply.
"L-let's keep looking. All of that junk is coming from somewhere probably a vat or something. We need to spoil their stock and damage the machine so they can't make more, I'll try looking for the biggest most important-looking thing and Imma wreck it, 'kay?" But as Patty waltzed back to see what she could find she froze.

Bodies. Dozens of them. And none of them were human... anymore... A tingle of fear traced down her spine as she gazed at the... whatevers. It was GROSS. These must be the people that disappeared, and whoever the other guard clowns are. They were all used to test the drug and it didn't work as well as what they saw. And that shit was scary. Patricia covered her mouth, she couldn't tear her eyes away. It looked disgusting, smelled disgusting, she could FEEL it creeping into the air like evaporated garbage water. It was completely heinous but she maybe knew there was something going on like this. But maybe worse. She thought they were just making an army of tweaker demons, not like... anything like THIS. Patty was caught off guard and quickly drew her revolver when she heard movement.

The thing.... it moved. And it talked to them. She never wanted to hear it talk, because everything clicked after that. No, she wasn't smart like everyone else was. But she was smart enough to piece together that the liquid was coming out of them, not going in.
"N-no! That-...!" She took a step away. These were all people. They were before and they couldn't really avoid that part, but not like THIS. Her heart jumped to her throat and the witch began to tremble.
"Th-this i-is-....!" They were junkies. They were street trash that everyone ignored. They were people like her. They had families once, probably still. They had needs and wants. They were human. If something had changed, if something didn't go the way she'd wanted it to go... she could of been here. Anyone could of. And they were just... made into these THINGS!

Patricia's eyes felt wet but sadness began to give way, but not into anger. Not into hate. Wicked was fucking murderously furious. THIS was how people thought of people like her. Like human scum, not even good enough to be treated like people anymore! Her hands began to gnarl into claws and she bent forward with ragged and whistling breaths. She was fresh out of words and ways to express just how FUCKING PISSED OFF she was. These sick fucks were gonna PAY! A shattering could be heard as her ethereal counterpart rose behind her without her normally bubbly or playful demeanor, looking possibly even more livid than Wicked did.
"Eh heh, eh heh heh heh, rrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGH...!!! Patty screamed so loudly her voice cracked, tensing her body in pure anger as a magic circle appeared underneath it. An explosion of energy surged upward and across her body, leaving streaking crackles of lightning that flared her hair out with stack. Small bolts casted off of her wiry frame and the air pressure in the room rose with tension. Like a coming storm. The witch's Persona began to morph and change along with the energy flow, caught between her twisted form and her normal facade, nails elongated, teeth sharp, eyes sunken, hair stringing, and it screamed alongside her in fury.

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Archibald followed the group into the room, care free and full of quips to throw around. And then he saw, he saw that abomination. A true crime against nature. The blank jester mask would betray the immense disgust felt by the Jester, though for once Archibald was left speechless. He was a selfish dick but to think somebody would be this inhuman, it scared him on some primal level. He didn't knew for how long he had frozen in place. The voidful eyes of his mask staring at... nothing really, he didn't want to look at the poor sob.

"Heh, this sucked the joy out-" He was about to crack a joke, it was the only thing that would keep him away from just freaking out at this visage but he interrupted himself upon seeing how pissed off the Wicked Bitch was. Like jesus, she was gonna blast everyone!

"YO, YO, YO... YO!" He spoke, violently waving his arms while stepping in front of Wicked. "Girl, girl. You can't blow this shit up! Ain't gonna solve shit, just more problems. We could die or get hurt, we could alert the guards and get caught or worse all of the above plus the cadets busting on our asses! I don't want to go to jail, i served my nickel. I'm not gonna tell you to not murder the sick fucks who have done this, because damn they do have it coming. But gotta be pragmatic about it!" He'd scratch his head, biting his lip in despair. Fuck man, he hates these clowns. Steal his brand, and then they just keep revealing themselves to be bigger and bigger degenerates. And that's coming from a pretty big degenerate.
"Just slow down and then we bust those Joker-wannabees."

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This was probably one of the best nights Tamsin had had in a very long time. Sure, there were some very creepy undertones to this place. It could get bad, but Tamsin was sure it was something she could handle. With Wicked, and the Rogue, and Rampage, and Doc...she could do just about anything. And she was good at it. Despite the circumstances, she felt a swelling of pride as she entered the room that Wicked had opened.

But the Atmosphere chilled after that. The interior of the room was scientific and mechanical. Well-kept near the entrance, atleast. The pills came down on an assembly line, and...and...

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

For a brief moment the world stood still. Tamsin was staring at a body. A human body. Sanguine flesh pulled tight around remaining bone, eyes were gone, Tubes of all kinds ran in and out of what was left. She stumbled backward, reaching madly for her weapon, and bumped into another corpse. She let out a sound that would have been a scream if there was air in her lungs, but instead it was just a chocking sound. As she backed away she heard it. The voice of the corpse that was still alive. The sound sent something cold down her spine. Blood was rushing to her head. Her heart was pounding in her ears. These were people. It could have easily been her or any of the other orphans who found themself in the wrong place at the wrong time. It could be her.

Suddenly visions of her dying family in her arms rushed up to meet her, she saw their lost and lonely faces on the corpses around her. Shaking, eyes wide, and ears pounding too loudly to hear much of anything else, Tamsin raised her weapon to point at the creature that once was human. The eyeless monstrosity that was looking back at her with lipless mouth gaping around protruding tubes.

It was only a few feet from her, close enough to smell the stench of it's rotting tissue and fluids. The sensory overload was so extreme that it just stopped. There was no sound, there was no smell there was not taste of hot bile in her mouth. There was only the gun and the target. With one long steady breath, Tamsin let all the emotion and fear and tension and memories drain into her fingertips, and unloaded her clip into face of the corpse that had asked for death.

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