Mirage Street
Elysium
Mirage Street isn't exactly a popular destination, but that worked in their favor; it only took Teddy and Moineau three hours to track down Norman's location.
Now, the three of them advance down the street, their target a warehouse among the buildings.
So this is where Norman lives.
...Wait, I've got a question.
Why a warehouse? The other Christina had one too, right?
Maybe supernatural tentacled creatures that bend the water itself just have a thing for warehouses.
Right. Sorry, dumb question.
An embarrassed look washes over Moore's face as his shoulders slump.
Clearly, Teddy isn't as detached as she was pretending to be.
Their conversation falls away as they reach the warehouse entrance.
Moineau comes to a sudden halt.
She knows we're coming.
Moineau looks up at the corner, where a security camera silently watches the three of them.
Let's knock.
That's pointless.
Moineau reaches for the access panel. A double-beep answers her, and the electronic lock disengages with a sharp clunk.
She tries to slide the door to the right, but it won't budge.
Tch, and there's a physical lock.
Before the others can speak, Moineau is already pivoting. With a full rotation of her body, she drives her heel into the stubborn lock in a brutal, practiced arc.
Woah!
Bang!
The lock shatters.
Moving in.
With those words, she rushes inside.
We're just here to ask a few questions...
Isn't she... a bit on edge?
Beats me.
They follow Moineau as she bursts into the warehouse.
The interior is spartan—not by design, but by neglect. It holds only the barest essentials for survival, a hollowed-out shell of a living space.
From deep within the warehouse, a door slams with a percussive bang. Norman was already on the move.
Oh, this is just perfect!
Muttering under her breath, Teddy follows Moineau as she shoves the back door open and bursts outside.
The moment Teddy steps outside, a primal alarm screams within her: something's wrong.
Hnngg...!
Her visual module glitches violently—a strobing mosaic of red, yellow, and purple. Neural pathways scream with static, and the command to stand dissolves into a scrambled shriek of feedback.
Control abandons her. Her limbs buckling, Teddy crashes to the ground.
The sound of the collapse makes Moineau spin around.
?!
What's going on?
Moore arrives fashionably late.
A virus attack targeting Constructs.
Moineau works quickly, purging the virus from Teddy's systems. Thirty seconds later, Teddy's eyes begin to refocus.
You okay?
Yeah. More of a nuisance than a threat. Just meant to slow us down.
Then let's go.
