OOC: MTM, for your viewing pleasure I'd like you to imagine this next segment with the music from the very first chapter of Portal 2 playing; specifically, the part starting from when the alarm starts going off and the room starts moving; on the soundtrack, it's at about 1:07 in "The Courtesy Call"
==Regulus Laboratories==
"Excellent. Most excellent. If we give Jarvis a couple of days to finish moving your estate to Underground London, we'll be able to get started then. In the meantime, perhaps you would care to see some of the amenities we have he--"
An alarm starts going off. It's not a casual 'a bird tripped the motion sensor' alarm, either.
"*****************!!!" Regulus curses in Demotic. He grabs Tyler's arm and starts dragging him to a circular pad of lights that had appeared in the room; tyler sees that the lights had suddenly changed colors and were now displaying a number of what could only be alerts and indicators of whatever was going on outside. "This is why I hate traveling without Carter; there's only one way out of here, and the intruder's using it." He activates some controls, and a pinpoint aperture at the center of the pad suddenly opens up and drops Tyler and Regulus into a huge, darkened warehouse below. "We'll have to lose them in the warehouses. Stay alert, stay close, and for ****'s sake, don't touch
anything." Walking to a large support beam, he waves his hand across a sensor, revealing a hidden panel with a pair of teardrop-shaped blades in it. Regulus holds one one-handed, apparently familiar with its odd, illogically-balanced weight and heft, and tosses the other to Tyler. "Anti-technology field," he explains, "for lack of time to explain in detail. They can't track us now, and any advanced weaponry they try and use on us will fail." The aperture above them suddenly snaps shut, plunging the two symbiotic hybrids into darkness. Regulus presses an inset trigger in the handle, and a jet of faint, etherial "flames" bursts forth from the tip of the device, providing a little light. "Be
very careful with these; they inhibit all combustion in the area they occupy.
All combustion," he repeats unnecessarily; Tyler's knowledge of basic cellular biology had already moved to the logical implications of that statement. "Controls are like a flamethrower, but with considerably more control over the exact size and spread of the gouts of 'flame.' Hopefully you won't need to get the hang of it." Regulus gestured for Tyler to follow him down the darkened, deserted halls of heavy iron doors and reinforced titanium crates.
OOC: Random encounter time; read a bit of SCP and make up something; we need to give the assassin time to get inside.
Also, yes, that was a seventeen-letter curse.
