There is a brightly lit room with tiny chemical splatters about. A concrete floor slopes to a drain, and there's two spigots hooked up to hoses on opposite ends of the room. Three metal lab tables are set up, an assortment of containers strewn about on them. Other instruments, tools and equipment are lying around, some still in their boxes,
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There's an older woman in the doorway that bears no resemblance to the girl she met months before. This one is older, sexier, and there's something weird about her eyes.
"Like it?" She shows off her slinky frame like it's a new blouse she got at the mall.
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"Nothing like an instant upgrade," but it's drone. Why does this feel like a cat fight in HS that may or may not happen? Amelia lets a smile out, then. She's being ridiculous. "You look fabulous, Crystal."
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"Did you--?" She makes a vague little gesture.
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"You're going to need the right key for each unit to power them down, which is essential to do most any maintenance. Keys correlate with plate number. Try the wrong key twice, and the crawler self-detonates. Try the wrong passcode twice, and the crawler self-detonates. Attempts to crack open the casing without either is much of the same. Passcode changes every twenty four hours. I'll be in communication with you although you won't see me much."
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Detaching it out of the unit takes at least ten minutes. Mid-way through Amelia's hands shake and a wire frays once the battery is out. Thirty-five minutes later, the wire has been stripped, relaid, maintenance explained, and the battery casing's been cleared. She hands Crystal a box of protective gear. "I think you're ready for the fun part."
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"Which is?"
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