Yanmei S Investigation

[10:09] <Yanmei> The apartment was empty when Yanmei reached it. William had his own plans for the day, and Marianne had work. And Lizzie, of course… was no longer here. -
[10:12] <Yanmei> Reggie was sleeping, curled up on her bed, which was something he wasn't allowed to do. Yanmei didn't bother to scold him for it, instead moving for the safe in the bedroom closet where she kept her melee weapons. She held the heavy, bulky chainsword in one hand and the thin, otherworldly Excalibur in the other, feeling the weight difference. -
[10:13] <Yanmei> Then, she slowly and methodically sheathed them and strapped them on.
[10:14] <Minaplo> [A knock at the door- precoded- let her know that her detective sidekick had arrived.]
[10:16] <Yanmei> Hurriedly, Yanmei slipped a Bolt pistol into her sidearm holster and shut the safe an closet before going for the door. She looked through the peephole before opening it up properly. "Hey. All set?"
[10:18] <Minaplo> ["Always." Said Terence Savage, wearing casual trousers, t-shirt and his white robe, the sash tied tightly around his waist.]
[10:22] <Yanmei> "Eh?" She gave him faint smirk. "You look like you're going out for brunch or something. Good! You'll blend right in." She snagged a coat from the hook next to the door and slipped it on to hide her own armored outfit.
[10:29] <Minaplo> ["Less so than you will, She-Scourge of the Michelin Star."]
[10:35] <Yanmei> "News about that is going around fast, huh?" Yanmei sighed. She closed and locked the door quietly. "Should I wear a mask? To, like, hide my identity?"
[10:36] <Minaplo> ["Why bother?"]
[10:38] <Yanmei> "I'm not -that- distinctive looking. I'm sure I could pull it off."
[10:39] <Minaplo> ["You realise you're about the only person in the city with that hair."]
[10:41] <Yanmei> "…" Yanmei considered this, pinching a lock or two between her fingers and bringing it forward for an inspection. "Think so?"
[10:44] <Minaplo> ["Yeah, serious. If you wear a mask you're only gonna draw attention."]
[10:45] <Yanmei> "Fine fine fine." She shook her head. "No mask? But. Where are we heading today? What's the plan?"
[10:48] <Minaplo> ["Here." He held out a little computer pad with a list.]
[10:57] * Yanmei accepted it, scrolling through the list. "Ew, a gentleman's club? No. Let's look at the Industrial Park first. Multiple incidents means there's a higher chance of finding a clue, right?" She handed the computer back to Terry.
[10:59] <Minaplo> ["Not that kind of gentleman's club."]
[11:01] <Yanmei> "Huh?"
[11:08] <Minaplo> ["It's an actual club for gentlemen. Cigars and brandy and that sort of thing."]
[11:10] <Yanmei> "Oh. O-of course, I was thinking that very same thing?" Yanmei tossed her violet hair and pretended that she wasn't reddening. "Anyway, I don't think it changes anything."
[11:22] <Minaplo> ["Oh, you're going red."]
[11:23] <Yanmei> "That's silly, Captain! You're imagining things." She moved forward hastily. "Let's get the lead out! Don't want all those clues getting cold, right? Heh heh…"
[11:25] <Minaplo> ["Uh-huh. Lead on, little miss Scarlet."]
[11:32] <Yanmei> And lead she did. A good thirty minutes later and they were standing at the front gate to the Verdun Rue Industrial Park, as stated by a very large nearby sign, and fishing around for NERV IDs in order to obtain guest passes.
[11:35] <Minaplo> [There was a little security booth on site. A bored-looking guard was on duty, a cup of coffee in hand.]
[11:36] * Yanmei approached, throwing on her nicest smile. "Hi~ Would you mind if we looked around, sir? We're looking into some weird things that have been going on."
[11:37] <Minaplo> [He looked up at her. He frowned. "… Aren't you Zhang Yanmei? What're you doing here?"]
[11:38] <Yanmei> "Like I said? We're investigating some weird things as representatives of NERV. Like, disappearences, weird monster sightings, things like that."
[11:40] <Minaplo> [He eyed her with scrutiny. He looked up at Terry.-
[11:40] <Minaplo> [Terry looked back. He stroked his bold red beard.-
[11:40] <Minaplo> ["… Alright, you can go in, but speak to the on-site manager first."]
[11:44] <Yanmei> "Thank you so much~ Have a good day!" She said brightly, and turned for what appeared to be a large main office building nearby, flashing Terry a quick thumbs-up.
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[11:50] <Minaplo> [The industrial park was high-tech, and surprisingly not as sooty or smelly as industrial parks typically were. The office building looked well-organised, central heating making the interior comfortable. The employees even looked content!-
[11:52] <Minaplo> [They were directed towards Mr. Rousillon's office.]
[11:54] * Yanmei stepped up to the door, knocking briskly. "Hello?"
[11:55] <Minaplo> ["Come in."]
[11:56] * Yanmei did so. "Mr. Rousillon? Zhang Yanmei and Terence Savage." She strode forward to offer a handshake. "How are you?"
[11:59] <Minaplo> [Rousillon was a short, plump man, balding, grey-black hair and brown eyes, darkish skin- Mediterranean? He looked, for all his softness, like a competent boss; his desk was organised and a bevy of awards dominated the back wall. He shook her hand firmly. "Honoured, Mademoiselle. Please, take a seat."-
[11:59] <Minaplo> [He turned to Terence. "…"-
[12:00] <Minaplo> ["It's alright. I'll sit on the floor." Said Terry cheerfully.-
[12:00] <Minaplo> ["By God, sir, you are a big one. Where did they make you?"-
[12:00] <Minaplo> ["Australia."]
[12:02] * Yanmei dropped down into one of the provided office chairs, pretending that this situation was the sort of thing that happened all the time. "We won't take up any more of your time than necessary? God knows you probably have to work very hard to manage a facility of this calibur." -
[12:08] <Yanmei> Her smile faded a little, turning serious. "Unfortunately, it sounds like some peculiar incidents have been cropping up around here lately. We came here to investigate those rumors about them."
[12:16] <Minaplo> ["Yes." Rousillon frowned. "The night shift's been especially jumpy."]
[12:17] <Yanmei> "Can you tell us exactly what they've been saying?"
[12:26] <Minaplo> ["Alright. Let's see." He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together. "The night shift are a solid bunch, look out for each other, they have a carpool system going. There's a guy on that shift named Andre Boulles."]
[12:27] * Yanmei nodded. "A witness? Or a… victim?"
[12:29] <Minaplo> ["We don't know." he shifted uncomfortably. "I don't want to consider him dead."]
[12:30] <Yanmei> "Of course. I'm sorry, poor choice of words."
[12:31] <Minaplo> [He nodded gravely. "In any case, what made Boulles special is that he used to be a NERV employee."]
[12:32] <Yanmei> "He did?" Yanmei blinked.
[12:33] <Minaplo> ["Yes."-
[12:33] <Minaplo> ["What department?"-
[12:33] <Minaplo> ["Marketing, I believe."]
[12:35] <Yanmei> "…" Yanmei's face became a little more difficult to read. "That's interesting."
[12:37] <Minaplo> ["He quit in 2016 and found work here. A good employee, always efficient and cheerful."]
[12:38] * Yanmei nodded gravely. "But he suddenly vanished one day."
[12:39] <Minaplo> ["Mademoiselle, that is not the whole story."]
[12:39] <Yanmei> "I'm sorry. Please go ahead."
[12:44] <Minaplo> ["Boulles had friends in NERV, and he stayed in touch, but recently the night shift reported that he'd been receiving visits at work."]
[12:44] <Yanmei> "Oh?"
[12:45] <Minaplo> ["Always the same person. Blonde hair, dark skin."]
[12:46] <Yanmei> "…" Now that got her attention. "How long ago did these visits start happening?"
[12:47] <Minaplo> ["Since the new year."]
[12:48] <Yanmei> "And the nature of the visits? Were they tense? Friendly?"
[12:48] <Minaplo> ["The word offered to me was 'discreet'. Or 'Covert'."]
[12:50] * Yanmei nodded. "What else happened?"
[12:51] <Minaplo> ["Produce began to go missing."]
[12:51] <Yanmei> "Like what?"
[12:56] <Minaplo> ["Boulles worked in the part of the factory that turned out mobile phone components. That is what went missing."]
[12:58] * Yanmei nodded thoughtfully. "Go on…"
[13:02] <Minaplo> ["We record broken or mishandled components, and our counts are very strict, so we knew they were missing- stolen. And Boulles was becoming- hectic. He wasn't sleeping, he wasn't eating. He started to become jumpy."]
[13:05] <Yanmei> "That's very unfortunate."
[13:05] <Minaplo> ["Yes." Said Rousillon gruffly. "Then NERV's S2 came to talk to him. He was shaken by that."-
[13:06] <Minaplo> ["That was… The eighth. He got the visit and knocked off, and then we haven't seen him since."]
[13:10] * Yanmei nodded. "Did he have a residence that was in the area?"
[13:13] <Minaplo> ["Yes."]
[13:15] <Yanmei> "I assume that a police report was filed and that the authorities already searched through it?"
[13:17] <Minaplo> ["I'm not sure."-
[13:17] <Minaplo> [Terry shook his head. "I don't think we did. Manpower's been thin."]
[13:20] <Yanmei> "We'll follow up on that today, then, if we can. But first… could we obtain your permission to look around Boulles' workspace?"
[13:21] <Minaplo> ["Of course."]
[13:22] <Yanmei> "Thank you. Was Boulles the only employee to have suddenly dropped out of sight like this?"
[13:27] <Minaplo> ["Yes."]
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[13:28] <Yanmei> "All right. Thank you for the cooperation." She glanced to Terry. "Shall we take a look?"
[13:28] <Minaplo> ["Aye." He got to his mighty feet.]
[21:38] * Yanmei once again led the way, pondering all the while. "There was already an investigation on this guy," she said once they were out of earshot of the office. "So Boulles and Gamelin had some sort of deal going, S2 starts keeping an eye on him, and he disappears shortly after. So maybe Gamelin kidnapped or offed him to keep him quiet about whatever they were doing?"
[21:46] <Minaplo> ["That's what I figured. Either that or he ran."]
[21:49] <Yanmei> "Hm." Yanmei nodded, not really speaking again except to ask directions. Before long, they were nearing their destination - the factory where Boulles spent most of his work time.
[22:05] <Minaplo> [The factory was in use, of course…]
[22:10] * Yanmei watched the turning conveyer belts and machinary as they passed, occassionally looking away and at the employees themselves, trying to identify one as a supervisor.
[22:15] <Minaplo> [There was indeed a supervisor on duty- a tall gangly woman with red hair.]
[22:20] <Yanmei> So Yanmei stepped right up to her and politely introduced Terry and herself and their purpose for being here before launching into a request. "…We were informed that some electronic parts went missing from your factory's production line. Would you happen to have a list of what was taken? Failing that, just a general description of them would also be fine." -
[22:20] <Yanmei> It was a long shot, but maybe she could get an idea of what the heck Gamelin was trying to accomplish just from that. He sure did seem to like phones.
[22:24] <Minaplo> ["I can find you a list. One moment."-
[22:24] <Minaplo> [The supervisor did have an office of sorts; a quick visit and she was back.-
[22:24] <Minaplo> ["Receptors, transmitters, data chips… Here, have a look."]
[22:29] <Yanmei> "Thank you so much!" And Yanmei did just that… and her eyes narrowed. "Fishy. Hey, Terry? Does our man have a motive to mass-produce his own cell phones or sell phone kits?"
[22:31] <Minaplo> ["This gives us questions to which we don't have answers. Does he have friends he's needing to supply? Is he going to give phones to the Spawn?" He frowned. "If he were making his own phones, they'd be unbugged, but…"-
[22:31] <Minaplo> ["We should show these to someone in Technical, see if they can think of anything."]
[22:34] * Yanmei nodded and handed the list to him to do that later. And… frowned as something else occurred to her. "You know, the Spectre can apparently communicate using cell phones as well. Although… I'm sure if he had similar entities on his side as well, we would have figured it out by now."
[22:37] <Minaplo> ["He has Spawn. The problem is that Spawn and Spawn don't need to communicate with phones… Usually. Are we done here?"]
[22:38] <Yanmei> "Yeah, I guess. Want to try Boulles' home next?"
[22:39] <Minaplo> ["Might as well!"]
[22:40] <Yanmei> "Thanks again," said Yanmei to the supervisor, and then after obtaining an address, they took their leave.
[22:41] <Minaplo> [Boulles' residence was a nondescript apartment building- a rather populated one, though. They went through the floors (5th floor) and found the door. Locked, of course…]
[22:42] * Yanmei went through her bag for something to assist them… and failing that, daintily drew her bolter and leveled it at the doorknob.
[22:43] <Minaplo> ["Wait." Said Terry.]
[22:43] <Yanmei> "Hm? What's wrong?"
[22:43] <Minaplo> ["Bolter's too loud, too destructive. I have a subtler method."]
[22:44] <Yanmei> "Be my guest~" Yanmei stepped aside and watched.
[22:44] <Minaplo> [So Terry kicked the door down.]
[22:45] <Yanmei> "Subtle, huh?" Yanmei smirked.
[22:45] <Minaplo> ["Subtler than your bolter. Also, a bolter would go right through this door and potentially hit a clue."]
[22:47] <Yanmei> "I'll remember that next time. Ah," She looked a little annoyed at herself for asking. "Would you mind taking point on this? Even though they -said- he's gone, we don't know what we're gonna find in there. Not that I need protection," she added quickly.
[22:48] <Minaplo> ["I understand."-
[22:48] <Minaplo> [He took a step inside, looking back and forth…-
[22:48] <Minaplo> ["Huh. You're gonna love this place."]
[22:49] <Yanmei> "What's -that- mean?" She followed him, bolter gripped cautiously.
[22:51] <Minaplo> [The place was, well, a standard Paris apartment- same layout- but it was very neat and clean.-
[22:52] <Minaplo> [But… Boulles' old job shone through here now.-
[22:53] <Minaplo> [Shelves were lined with NERV merchandise. There was an entire bookcase dedicated to Yanmei figurines alone, some in their boxes, some out- some were special catalogue. Next to that was a shelf of Alines… The walls held posters, plugsuited Yanmeis and Alines and Seras winking or scowling down at them; models of EVA units dominated the surface of a computer desk.]
[22:57] <Yanmei> Yanmei's jaw dropped. It was like looking into one of those NERV stores all over again, except that things were much more compact here, and OH GOD, what was that?! "Don't look!" She moved to block the sight of one of the more risque items on the bookshelf. "I mean… look around for clues, not figurines! Don't look at the posters, either!"
[22:59] <Minaplo> ["Hey." His brow furrowed. "You don't have anything to worry about from me. I got no interest in those figurines anyway. I -will- have a look for clues, though, and they might hide something."]
[23:05] <Yanmei> She gave Terry a suspicious look, but she lowered her arms slowly. Her face wasn't getting any less red by this point either. "Wh-whatever. I'll look around too." She started hastily retreating the little kitchen. Surely, that would be free from all of the dreadful merchandise, right? And maybe there would be some useful pieces of mail lying around.
[23:12] <Minaplo> [There was mail, yes, but there was also merchandise. Yanmei aprons, little Rei mittens (with cute kittens!) and Eva magnets, a 'Best of NERV recipe book' (Isaiah sat on the front in an apron and chef hat)…-
[23:12] <Minaplo> [There was also a whiteboard on the fridge, with what looked like a shopping list written in fastidiously neat handwriting.]
[23:14] * Yanmei glanced over the shopping list to make sure it was as mundane as it appeared, and did the same with the mail, leafing through it slowly. She struggled not to pay attention to the dumb aprons.
[23:16] <Minaplo> [Bill, letter from relatives… Something that looked like a subscription.]
[23:19] <Yanmei> She took the letter from the relatives, and went back out of the kitchen and down the narrow hallway that led to the bedroom. She paused at the door, making a sour face already at what she expected to find in there… and then pushed it open.
[23:20] <Minaplo> [It was just a clean bathroom.]
[23:22] <Yanmei> "Huh." Nothing worth noting in there either. She tried another door.
[23:28] <Minaplo> [This was… The bedroom!-
[23:29] <Minaplo> [Bookcases lined the walls, filled with actual books. A double bed sat in the middle, covered in dark blue sheets and covers.-
[23:29] <Minaplo> [It all seemed… Pretty tasteful. There were two bedside tables…]
[23:33] * Yanmei checked the tables for any more clues
[23:34] <Minaplo> [She found…-
[23:42] <Minaplo> [Her investigations would bring her…-
[23:43] <Minaplo> [Hidden beneath a stack of questionable content, she'd find enveloped that were obviously filled with high-denomination notes of money. Quite a lot of money.-
[23:43] <Minaplo> [And a magazine called Electronics Monthly.]
[23:46] * Yanmei flipped through the mazagine, desperate for non-questionable content. Any pages highlighted, circled, or dog-eared?
[23:48] <Minaplo> [None. There were lots of interesting things, though. Obviously the info needed to make a phone. Yanmei recognised the instructions.]
[23:52] <Yanmei> Indeed she did. "Hey Terry!" she called. "Come here for a second?"
[23:53] <Minaplo> [Terence appeared quickly, innocuously holding a lingerie-clad Yanmei figurine in one hand. "What is it?"]
[23:54] * Yanmei stared at the figurine with daggers in her eyes, and then pulled out one of the cash-filled envelopes. "Look at this."
[23:55] <Minaplo> ["Hm!" Terence stared at it, frowning as he leaned over Yanmei's shoulder. "Money. Quite a lot, too. I don't think he's just stockpiling his wages, either; he's being paid for something besides work…"]
Session Time: Sun Dec 09 00:00:00 2012
[00:00] <Yanmei> "I think so too. And this magazine he has-" she held it up, "Has pretty decent instructions on how to build phones. Either he was just getting paid on the side for supplying Gamelin with the stolen parts, or he was actually building phones for him." She started tucking the clues back into original places. She opened and looked over the family letter for more information before putting that on the side table as well.
[00:01] <Minaplo> [The letter contained little of interest…-
[00:05] <Minaplo> ["I found something interesting as well." Said Terence.]
[00:06] <Yanmei> "Yeah?" She eyed the figurine again, her expression darkening somewhat. "…what did you find, Captain?"
[00:07] <Minaplo> ["Order. Come look." He walked out into the living room, beckoning Yanmei to follow.]
[00:07] <Yanmei> And so she did, a little warily.
[00:08] <Minaplo> ["Look at this." He pointed at the wall where the Yanmei figurines sat.-
[00:09] <Minaplo> [From left to right was a bookcase of Alines; a bookcase of Yanmeis and a (disappointingly) brief bookcase of Seras.]
[00:11] <Yanmei> "What's so unusual about keeping them order? He likes things neat and tidy, judging from the apartment as a whole."
[00:14] <Minaplo> ["First-third-fifth." He turned her around to face the opposite wall, where, left to right, were bookcases of Asuka, Tsubaki and Shinji. "Second-fourth-sixth." He turned her around again to face the Paris three. "Sorted in ascending order based on their product code."]
[00:16] <Yanmei> "Okay. That's… a little beyond being orderly." Her brow crinkled. "What do you think it means?"
[00:18] <Minaplo> ["Here's the thing." He took her back to the kitchen.]
[00:21] * Yanmei followed, of course, happy to put the shelves behind her.
[00:26] <Yanmei> "…okay, yeah." She eyed the less-than-fastidious arrangement of the kitchen merch. "Not exactly consistant? Does that mean he had a visitor staying here, or that there's some special meaning to the way the figurines are set up? Like a code?"
[00:27] <Minaplo> ["Could be either. Did the visitor sort the figurines?"]
[00:31] <Yanmei> "Maybe. Or maybe the visitor was the one who left this mess here. …one minute. There were books in the bedroom. If it just was a habit of Boulles' to sort things this way, then it would stand to reason that the bookshelf would also be carefully organized, right? Let me see…" She headed off to check.
[00:31] <Minaplo> [The bookcase…-
[00:31] <Minaplo> [Sure, it was neat and tidy, but the books had obviously been taken and read, then put back in anywhere haphazardly.]
[00:33] <Yanmei> "I knew it!" she said upon returning. "The figurines -are- carefully arranged. Let's take down all the product numbers - in order - and see if we can't find a clue in it somewhere."
[00:35] <Minaplo> ["Alright. I'll do 2-4-6, you do 1-3-5."]
[00:36] <Yanmei> "R-right." She eyed the shelves, suddenly regretting the suggestion. Nevertheless, she got to work.
[00:38] <Minaplo> [It… Took a long time.-
[00:38] <Minaplo> [And it was time that Yanmei would probably wish she had spent elsewhere. She saw things she would probably rather not see again.-
[00:38] <Minaplo> [But eventually, the codes were written down- taking up about four pages.]
[00:40] * Yanmei skimmed over them carefully, trying to look for patterns. Were they dates? Coordinates? It was hard to tell.
[00:40] <Minaplo> ["I can't see anything that jumps out. Do we want to leave this to Technical?"]
[00:41] <Yanmei> "Yeah, I guess we have to." She stood up and stretched. "I think we're done here, in any case. Anyplace elese you want to check out?"
[00:42] <Minaplo> ["Nothing comes to mind."]
[00:44] <Yanmei> "Then let's go back to HQ?" She gave the apartment one last look over before heading to the door. -
[00:45] <Yanmei> The trip to the Geofront was tedious, but before long, they were standing in Tehnical to hand the collected documents off to someone who could make sense of them.
[00:46] <Minaplo> [Upon entering Technical, however, Yanmei would immediately realise that something was amiss. In fact, an argument was being had in public.-
[00:46] <Minaplo> ["I told you not to come here!"-
[00:46] <Minaplo> ["I'll go wherever I want, grumpyface!"-
[00:47] <Minaplo> [Doctor Surov was standing in front of a terminal, staring down at the indignant form of Navah. Navah was still holding her ugly doll; however she had managed to find a labcoat in her size… Somehow. She was staring up at Surov boldly, her hands on her hips.]
[00:49] <Minaplo> [The doll, mysteriously, was also wearing a labcoat.]
[00:54] <Yanmei> "…" Yanmei coughed delicately, trying to hide her laughter, as she approached them both. "Ahem. Sorry to interrupt your research, Doctors, but if I could get someone to analyze something for me…?"
[00:58] <Minaplo> ["She isn't a doctor-"-
[00:58] <Minaplo> ["I totally will be, Matheson says so-"-
[00:58] <Minaplo> ["Begone. I don't have the time to bother with you." Surov waved Navah away before turning to Yanmei. "Yes?"]
[01:06] <Yanmei> "Can you find someone to check a list of numbers for me? They were recovered from a suspect's apartment in the Gamelin case. NERV merchandise serial numbers, arranged in a notably particular way. We - ah, Captain Savage, I mean, is searching for alternate interpretations of said numbers."
[01:08] <Minaplo> [Surov's eyes narrowed. A mechadendrite with a pincer head reached out towards them.]
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[01:12] * Yanmei tentatively surrendered the papers. God, she hated those things… "Oh. We also recovered a list of stolen electronic parts from the suspects workplace. It's likely he was selling them, or selling fully-constructed phones to someone. Possibly Gamelin himself? It might also be connected to the product number list."
[01:14] <Minaplo> [The mechadendrite clasped onto the papers. Surov held out his hand for the list.]
[01:16] * Yanmei surrendered that as well.
[01:18] <Minaplo> ["Here." He turned back to the terminal. "The MAGI will analyse the serial numbers." He placed the papers within a slot- and the terminal- which was quite large and dominated the wall- lit up, the numbers appearing instantly upon the screen.-
[01:20] <Minaplo> ["Look for hidden codes. Use all the regular deciphering protocols." He turned to Terence and Yanmei. "Come." He began stalking off toward his office.]
[01:23] * Yanmei started to follow, casting one last glance back Navah as if disappointed that she was not joining them as a colleague.
[01:24] <Minaplo> [Surov entered the office, throwing the list down onto the desk.]
[01:25] <Yanmei> "…" Yanmei waited for him to say something, her arms folded. She didn't bother taking a seat for herself.
[01:26] <Minaplo> ["These components are used for several things, most commonly mobile phones."]
[01:28] <Yanmei> "Yeah, we know that much. They could probably be converted into two-way radios as well, correct?"
[01:28] <Minaplo> ["Yes, it is possible. But these components are unique amongst mobile phone components."]
[01:28] <Yanmei> "Oh?"
[01:31] <Minaplo> ["The company that makes them uses a unique configuration in their components, as they received special rewards due to certain activies in the war. It's not widely known, but these components have a dangerous use." He lifted the list, eyeing it with interest. "Strip some components, add a jack- crude or sophisticated- and you can create a 'security spiker'."]
[01:38] <Yanmei> "…that would be something that does what, exactly?"
[01:44] <Minaplo> [Surov gave her a dark look. "It is a device that can be placed onto electronics to short them out. Computers, security keycards, phones."]
[01:47] <Yanmei> "So someone who had enough of these devices? Could infiltrate facilities with even extremely complicated security systems."
[01:48] <Minaplo> ["Theoretically, yes. A place such as the Geofront has other security systems in place that make such crude methods difficult."]
[01:49] <Yanmei> "… like eye scans and blood samples in areas with the highest levels of security?"
[01:50] <Minaplo> ["Yes, as well as the fact that the blast doors are more than simply -locked-."-
[01:51] <Minaplo> ["That's true." Said Terry. "The doors are magnetically sealed. Sure, the spikers might disable those locks, but opening them still requires Guard-like strength."]
[01:54] * Yanmei raised an eyebrow, fairly unconvinced of something or another, but she didn't say anything.
[01:55] <Minaplo> ["The MAGI should be finished." Said Surov, standing and walking out.]
[01:58] <Yanmei> Again, Yanmei trailed behind, perhaps a little less reluctantly now that the analysis was waiting for them.
[02:00] <Minaplo> [The MAGI was flashing. Surov looked up at the results.-
[02:01] <Minaplo> [He turned. "The numbers are sorted simply in ascending order. No code or hidden meaning."]
[02:02] * Yanmei sighed, visibly disappointed with that. "I see. Thanks for your time, I guess."
[02:05] <Minaplo> [He didn't respond, simply turned away.]
[02:08] <Yanmei> "…" Yanmei's eyebrow twitched, and she turned away herself, huffily. "Let's get out of here, then, Captain?"
[02:10] <Minaplo> ["Where to?"]
[02:11] <Yanmei> "We could call it a day, unless you're up for searching some other location?"
[02:11] <Minaplo> ["My stamina is endless."]
[02:21] <Yanmei> "Let's compromise. How about a drink? I think I know just the place~"
[02:21] <Minaplo> ["A drink, you say…?"]

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