Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Sometimes things just went right. And that was the case the night Nick Sharpe took an entire table of ruthless killers for all they had in a game or cards. Of course it really wasn't luck so much as it was his own skill at cheating that won the day, but there was no need to Deadlock boys. Credits, guns, one guys left arm and a plethora of other odd items had found there way into his possession all thanks to aces he had up his sleeve. He sold most of it to a scraper he knew that would pay well and crossed his fingers that the boys wouldn't go to try and take their stuff back. But the data pad had been a surprise. He had expected to find it loaded with porn and cat videos and other recreational shit. Instead what he found was a map to an old research station undetground, the kind of place with plenty to salvage and sell. The enterence to the main bunker was set back from the main road along a winding streach of blacktop dotted with long abandoned guard posts and concrete barriers that Nick had to slow the truck to weave around. The road ended in a tunnel mouth leading deep into a mountain. As luck would have it the data he had liberated from the Deadlocks included a map of the complex and if he read it right there was some kind of vault on the lower levels behind a heavy blast door. His flashlight cut through the pitch black darkness of the narrow concrete hallways, causing the shadows of overturned furniture and other discarded junk to dance across the walls. The datapad's screen glowed brightly in his in hand, bathing his scruffy features in neon lines. The glanced from the screen, slate grey eyes following the beam of his flashlight as it traced across the heavy black steel blast door at the end of the hall. Bin-go. He brushed back the hem of his weather beaten leather jacket and slipped the pad into a pouch on his belt as he descended the short ramp that lead to the door and came to a stop. A terminal next to the door let out a flat, timeless beep that almost caused Nick to jump in surprise. He hadn't heard a sound other than his own foot steps divine he entered the complex, power everywhere was dead but this terminal was still live. He brushed aside decades of dust and debris with one gloved hand and pushed back the tattered baseball cap he wore, scratching the unkept snady coloured hair under it before tugging a cable connected to a box from his belt and plugging into data port on console. Several seconds ticked by before another beep sounded followed by the low rumble of massive locking bolts rolling back and the door hissed open. The overhead lights inside flickered to light exposing a wide chamber with a low ceiling. Nick squinted against the flouresents, they seemed like overkill to his eyes which slowly adjusted to light. The room with full of rows of tables and sectioned off low plastic deviders into smaller work spaces. He moved slowly past the tables, taking in the pristine looking tech that he couldn't even begin to identity before comming to a stop infront of what he could only describe as an upright plastic coffin. Consoles surrounded it, flickering to life and displaying information that Nick couldn't fully understand. One of them beeped, and continued to beep, growing quicker and quicker, soon all the concoles displayed the same message . 'Unsealing the Hushed Casket' His head snapped towards the coffin, watching a gap appear down the center as it slowly swung open.