Oh boy, visitors!

[grey_matter]

The lab is surprisingly quiet tonight. The main section is dimly lit and unoccupied, full of desks, cabinets, and computers, but there are quite a few doors that branch off from that main area, most of which are heavy and metal, boasting fingerprint identification pads on them.

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[one_drafted_man]

Grif has his pistols out, as he and Phoenix PIN into the main area, one loaded with tranqs and the other with armor-piercing explosive rounds. He opens up his sensor systems and makes a sweep around the room, not entirely uncomfortable with having just dropped blind into a room until he's at least scouted it out a little.

"Well, we're here. I don't suppose your mysterious source said just where in here he'd be?"

[wright_idea]

Phoenix, who is at least visibly less heavily armored than Grif in his dark clothing, shakes his head. "Sorry. This is about as much as my source could procure. Grey doesn't exactly strike me as the "loose on security" type, I'm afraid." He shoulders the bag. "Look, I'm sorry I can't tell you WHO told me. Let's just say the guy has it out for Grey bad."

He purses his lips, looking around. He doesn't like being here either, but he doesn't have much choice. He has to help finish this.

[one_drafted_man]

"Well, I can probably make some guesses, but that's not really that important right now, anyway. Better get moving, he's probably got us on camera already."

Quickly looking the door over, Grif starts to get a bit of a sinking feeling. "Well, I can probably get one of these doors open? But it's not going to be quiet, however I do it."

[wright_idea]

Phoenix groans mentally. "That figures. All right, let's get this over with, then." He rubs his face, looking around. "We'll focus on getting Some out first, and then I want to try and locate where he keeps his files. If I'm not one to kill, I'd at least like to get him where it hurts."

He braces himself. He's definitely glad he got an armored soldier to help him out on this one, upon retrospect.