"You can sit back and chill. I'll take care of it myself. Check the equipment and you're good."
Plus heads inside the room 7 was in.
The box contains various syringes and different machines that seem to date to what to us would've been the 1990's.
No.7 waits outside. He grabbed a few bandages and wrapped his ankle, which he had injured earlier.
He notices a smaller box with multiple glass jars.
A mild smell of smoke starts flooding in.
No.7 wanders closer.
He hears the noises of fizzling and tearing of machinery coming from the room.
She’s a virus. He thinks to himself as he works. “What are the specific parameters for what you need?” He asks.
Glace,"Not much, just a connection to any network."
No.7 studies the machines, trying to figure out what they are.
He sees that Plus destroyed most of them and seemingly took the hexagons.
She lays down on the roof and considers moving from her spot.
No.7 decides not to worry about it.
Plus scavenges some parts and stuffs it into a bag. “We’re good now.”
It didn’t seem too urgent to go but going in a group would probably help seeing the amount of people.
No.7 nods,"Good, let's leave."
He stows away his blade. “You wanna grab anything else? We might as well.”
No.7 nods,"Whatever is useful. Honestly it might have been to take over the darn place, than take from it."
“Nah. We shouldn’t mess up the place more then is needed to.”
Plus nods and starts to walk out the hall.
No.7 follows close behind