-==IC: Regulus==-
After posting guards to room 103 (just in case it
wasn't a Call of Duty tournament), Regulus begins to head for Room 463. Just then, Jarvis approaches him.
"Sir, Room 213 is all quiet."
"General Carter reports an odd, repeating track in 463, I'd say that's pretty--"
"Matthews wouldn't know you were coming. Especially if
he's following
us."
"Great minds think alike, I see."
"Take 263. Clear the guards off the floor, I'll cover you from the end of the hallway. If he
is one of us, only we can know."
"What a bout Carter?"
"Keep him busy. That 463 disturbance should do the trick."
Regulus nods. "Right." Waiting for Jarvis to retreat to the end of the hall and pull out his handgun--a small model with a top-of-the-line silencer and a prototype magnetic accelerator--Regulus knocks on the door of Room 213.
I hope we're wrong about him, Jarvis thinks to himself.
I haven't had the need to test this thing out for the past 20 years. I'd hate to have to prove it useful.OOC: Gun's for flavor, to show the kind of lateral-thinking technology Regulus roduces for a living, in all other respects it's just a gun.
==Room 463==
Meanwhile, General Carter knocks on the door, opting not to say anything and let his military demeanour do the talking.
