Description: Using all the skills at her disposal, Luise finally steals into the second NESTS installation, hoping to discover her father. Instead she finds his bodyguard: a being of heartless steel, but one who has information that may just change the Dancing Butterfly's life forever. ("Schmetterling und Strohblume", Part 3)
And so, after a long, or short stay within the downtown of San Pedro Sula, Luise has actually managed to avoid any other bothersome incidents while doing her investigations. Unfortunaly once again there was very little information she could gain specifically about Installation X, other than that someplace by a similar name, 'X', is a power plant that isn't far in the mountains.
How cliche.
Unfortunatly this information may or may not be true but that's what it's passing itself off as and no one seems to be complaining.
Eventually the best lead she could get was to head toward the mountains again, though the trip is suprisingly short. While the path leading to the factory-like facility is generally dusty and unpaved, from the gates onward is a bigger step up from the conditions of downtown.
A steelbarred gate cuts off the end of the path, behind it the three storied, red brick building resides, with three massive smoke-stacks on its left and otherwise actually not all that impressive.
There's a small office box at the gate as well, of course. Sitting in it is a pretty generic guard who would be bored out of his mind if he didn't have his trusty radio with him. A spanish comedian seems to be on right now, making him guffaw in amusement, then glance to his watch. He'll be off duty in ten minutes or so, thank god.
Manned.
Perhaps her time at the other installation in the Andes spoiled her, somewhat, but Luise had held out hope that Installation X would be unmanned, abandoned. Logic told her otherwise, of course; why would those thugs have stopped her in the street *here*, in Honduras of all places, if there wasn't something important to protect in the hills surrounding San Pedro Sula? But of course, those men weren't particularly competent... which means they likely weren't told much, either.
But as she creeps long the edge of the trail, trying her damndest to stay out of sight, the Dancing Butterfly lets out a sigh as she sees the gate house. It's manned... and the gate is too high to jump without making a fuss, even with her considerable agility. But the guard's inattention -- and the lack of any other security forces in evidence -- may work to her advantage. With some grim amusement, Luise finds herself thinking of Star Wars... how useful it would be if she could simply suggest to the guard that she's not there, suppress his curiosity. Sadly, even Psycho Power has its limits, and Jedi mind tricks are certainly beyond those limits. Instead, she looks for some place to secret herself close to the guard box, waiting for the shift change. It must be coming... she can feel the guard's anxiousness and boredom combined. Hopefully, in the confusion, her opportunity will present itself.
The guard doesn't even move from his spot, but he certainly is exuding plenty of anxiousness. He's got big plans for the afternoon, and has been waiting all day to get out of there. A commercial break starts, causing the guard to groan.
Five minutes later, however, another guard arrives, and the electronic gate slides open to let him out. "Hey, I heard you won a new car off that scratch ticket." He says in conveniently perfect english.
"Yeah, man, I'm pretty excited about it. It's a jeep to be exact.. But hey, you're here five minutes early, aren't you?"
"I would have gotten here half an hour early if I could. The boss forced me to show that damned Jaeger around. It was more like half an hour of listening to how inproficiant the place is. I get enough shit from my boss, I don't need it from a damn robot for chrissakes."
"Sounds rough." ... "You should be like me and win a car."
And there's the opening. Never mind the fact that the name 'Jaeger' just came out of one guard's mouth, the same name next to her father's on the clipboard. It's as if everything has, for once, fallen entirely in place for Luise, and she is not in any way so stupid as to be too shocked to take advantage of it. While she can't polevault the wall or gate, she certainly has the foot speed to make a dash through the gate while the two guards talk about their personal problems.
The first thing to do, when she hits the 'yard', is to find some cover... should there be any, at least. The 'installation' doesn't seem all that fancy to Luise, but her memory dredges up images of the subterranean levels of the *last* such installation she bothered to visit... and the chilling images of the place's condition, where it seemed quite evident that something had *smashed* its way out.
The front door is the opportunity of last resort, for there's certain to be guards or staff behind it. Instead, Luise looks for a back or service entrance, perhaps even a loading dock... and considering how much her black and silver clothing probably stands out against the red and orange dust of the Central American highlands, it'd better be soon too.
The second guard is not amused at all by the firsts joke. If he were in a worse mood there'd probably be a fist fight! "I should have came ten minutes late, you punk."
When the Butterly whisks by, there is a pause, though it's a very brief one. The first guard quirks a brow, then shrugs it off. "Well anyway I'll catch you tomorrow, I'm not changing out of uniform so go ahead and close the gate. See ya."
And that was that. The main yard is actually a bit crowded, while there are only few cars in the small lot, heavier construction machinery is scattered about the front. This makes it easy for Luise to move about, and she would notice a large difference right away; the place is clearly well maintained, just not exactly new.
There is a loading dock off to the side, very lightly occupied by only two people and a moving truck. Since it's set up in a garage-style, it's difficult to see what's being put in or taken out but it's probably a safe bet to say it isn't very important. It doesn't seem to be guarded otherwise, either, just security cameras placed here and there within.
Not for the first time does Luise wonder what she's gotten herself into. A mere half a year ago, she was a darling of European high class social circles. A woman with interests in the arts and scientists, beauty and good breeding... and absolutely no questions about the darker side of humanity. Or her father's legacy and disappearance... and what that means for her.
The loading dock is, obviously, Luise's best bet, and using cars and construction equipment for cover she darts across the parking lot as best she can. The security cameras, well... even if she knew their specifications and field of vision, she's not Solid Snake; avoiding them is going to be pure luck, if anything.
After all, she's going to have to beat up men to get inside. What's a couple more, in the long run...
As she closes the distance to the loading docks, Luise shakes her head, trying to steel her resolve. She's not here to kill anyone or hurt them permanently... and as much as the right word in the right place has power, sometimes the right fist in the right place is the proper course of action. Taking a deep breath, she heads for the loading dock. If there's a path where the two men won't see her, fine. If not, well...
The two men aren't talking about anything important, in fact if anything they seem to be on a smoke break. Dressed in light blue jackets, slacks and unmarked caps, they sit at the top of the loading bays staircase smoking their cigarettes.
Luise reaches the entrance of the loading bay undetected. In fact as she gets closer she sees a third person coming out of the truck carrying a large, wooden crate. Apparently he's a clutz because following an, "Oops." the crate flips from his hands, crashes onto the floor and not only bursts open but the contents inside, a ton of unloaded firearms spills across the dock. Naturally this is followed by a cussing out by his co-workers, and on top of that a guard comes running out to see what the ruckus was about.
From where Luise stands she can see that there's not one but two entrances that would get into the building, furthest to the left of the bay the door appears to be locked, but the closest to the right, where apparently the men are carrying in stuff, is wide open. There's little chance she's going to get by as easily this time. On the other hand, neither of the folks look very tough.
A few cameras is all Jaeger needs.
His forte is not security. His job is simple: destroy everything that doesn't belong.
Were Jaeger a simplistic device that simply followed orders as his superios beleive him to be, then Jaeger would have mobilized the very few security agents already to meet Luise head on by now.
However, what does and does not 'belong' is a parameter that he is free to set. And so, he's kept the cameras strategically turned away from her as she makes her way through the lot and yard. None question the machine. For the most part, the soldiers here beleive him to be infalliable, and little more than a scare tactic from NESTS high command. His muderous reputation is even greater inside the walls of NESTS than outside.
And the reputation he's building outside of NESTS is deplorable indeed.
Luise's approach isn't clumsy, but it is amature. Jaeger appreciates the attempt though. Still, without experiencing the horrors of war firsthand, communication with Jaeger can become difficult. So he waits for Luise, watching carefully on how she deals with the guards, but awaiting to give her the answers she's looking for more importantly. Answers that Jaeger made a promise to give.
Well... that's a sign she's on the right track, if nothing else. Most functioning power plants don't really need regular shipments of firearms. And in a way, that helps Luise get a grip on her conflicting emotions as well. Weapons trafficking is bad enough; combine that with Central America's famous political instability and you have a recipe for disaster. As a witness, she practically has a civic duty to do something about this.
And then there's the little voice in her head, saying: keep telling yourself that.
The crate breaking is as good a distraction as any; Luise waits for the guards to head toward the sudden spill of guns...
...and then gets an idea.
Provided she can do it without being seen, the Dancing Butterfly kneels, hoping to find a decent enough size chunk of rock or loose gravel. It doesn't need to be large, just big enough to pick up and hurl deep into the truck. If all goes well, the men will head to the noise... and then Luise will hop onto the dock and slam and latch the truck's cargo door behind them.
Of course, if that doesn't work, well... there's more traditional methods of physical persuasion she can employ.
It's really an extremely simple trick. A little too simple really, in other circumstances it may have completely backfired, but in a wild turn of events, the moment the hunk of gravel slams inside the truck, it ends up knocking over a clumsily stacked stack of crates, and a domino effect follows, so there's just a damn ton of things falling over. The moving folk are a little stunned, leaving the guards to go rushing in, but the other three follow and moments after meet their locked in DOOM.
Well perhaps not doom, but they're contained for now and left in enough confusion to keep them busy for a moment. It'll actually be just a few seconds before the guard realizes it'd be a good idea to call for backup to let them out.. On the other hand, they'd feel like a real dumbass to explain just how exactly they locked themselves inside a truck.
On the floor, there's not only the mess, but on one of the crate pieces there's a sheet of paper attached to it that basically reads: 'Bring to Second Floor - Security Office'.
It seems there's no handle on the further away door, leaving Luise not much more choice than to head into the open door instead. It leads right to an elevator, and at the moment she's on the very bottom floor, and has three higher floors to choose from. Unfortunatly there's no directory in sight.
A look of surprise etches itself into Luise's face. She hadn't expected that to work at all, and there's a certain tension in her muscles from being primed to defend herself that... is taking some of her energy with it as it drains out of her, the platinum blonde letting out a long breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding. The paper catches her eye; reaching down, she snaps it up before she heads inside.
The elevator is a problem, because she has no idea what's going to be on the other side of the doors when it opens. But the paper might just let her bluff her way through the security desk, or at least give her enough advantage to keep from being seriously hurt. And if there's any map or description of the facility's purpose, it will certainly be found in the security office. Thus it is with some reluctance that she presses the button for the second floor, hissing a bit as her muscles once again tense up, the fight or flight response screaming out of some primordial part of her psyche.
Of course, it might just be a receptionist sitting there, when the doors open... but regardless of what actually happens, Luise Meyrink is a coiled spring.
The cliche' would be for the room to be dark.
But instead, it's more or less anticlimactic as the Secuity office opens up to reveal a small room with surveillance equipment. Monitors line the wall, and the usual endless array of dials and switches on the control panels suggest that the technology here is far older than it really should be.
At the far end of the room is a figure, sitting at a workbench with a series of parts meticulously spread out, each part arranged in a precise order.
Leading from the humanoid shape are several cables, plugged into the mainframe as Jaeger uses his idle processing power to take care of what the disassembled bachine should be able to do. Motionless, save for hands moving in a deliberate and mechanical motion as he performs maintenance, the NESTS soldier doesn't even look up from his busy work. He doesn't have to, as the cameras can see for him quite easily.
"Who, what, when, where, why, and how."
The voice is calm, synthesized, and modulated to be a 'under friendly tenor. Whomever gave Jaeger his voice did a great deal of research to find out the perfect tone to put a person at ease. Nevertheless, the fact that it's coming from a pile of armor bristling with weaponry does nothing to dispel fears.
"Six words, from which every human builds questions. There are many reasons people give to seperate themselves from animls... but I beleive it's the ability to ask questions, and then not merely react, but build upon them."
The machine picks up a processor, and expertly pushes it into place, without any of the usual struggle installing computer components can give. "Questions can be a tool of fact finding and discovery, or a series of self-destructive inquisitions, laden with irrationality."
"So what will it be? A series of frenzied, impassioned demands for answers, or a series of well-thought inquiries?" Jaeger finally looks up, his 'face' a blank mask.
For the second time during this little exercise, Luise feels the muscle tension drain right out of her body. However, this time she doesn't actually notice it, because there's so much else in front of her that is taking up her attention. The 'security room' seems to be aptly named; it's not even an entire floor, though the building is so small that perhaps it is sandwiched between spaces devoted to 'two-story' rooms on the first floor.
The major issue is that to her, the room is 'empty'.
She knows right away something is wrong. The cables... well, those don't shock her. After all, Detlev Meyrink was a world-renowed expert in cybernetic limb replacement and neurokinetic interfaces. While she might have been too young to understand the science, the idea of a human body having SOME sort of cybernetic interface isn't exactly far-fetched, though this seems to be beyond her father's old work. No... the scarier part is that Jaeger is like a blank spot in her sixth sense, an empty space where a human-sized being should be.
Despite her burning desire to solve this mystery, a part of her finally, finally dares to think that Seth was right... that she should have left this alone.
But she's not going to show weakness, not when she's so close. Jaeger is a mostly unknown quantity, but...
"Actually, I think Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was on to something in the Sherlock Holmes books," Luise says, stepping off the elevator, tapping the paper she picked up on the dock against her forearm. "Good deduction doesn't start with questions, it starts with statements. Laying out what you know. After all, you can't form a question until the boundary of your knowledge is established."
There's a pause, and barring interruption, Luise does exactly as she has described. "I know you're not human. I know this organization employs you at least partly as a bodyguard, and that for some time your assignment was a scientist with the last name 'Meyrink'. I know he worked in installations in this area, including the abandoned one in the Andes Mountains." She decides to keep the fact that the other installation's biometrics recognized her as the aforementioned 'Meyrink' to herself. If he knows it, no harm done... if he doesn't, she'd rather he not.
"Doyle," responds the machine, "was also addicted to a variety of mind altering substances that humanity is susceptible to. As quaint as his stories are with their interesting construction of what deduction and logic are, statements alone are statements."
Whether or not Jaeger is evading the question is, of course, not discernable, and that even mechanical tone brokers no interpretation. She might as well be talking to a particularly chatty ATM machine.
"No closure comes from an initial statement. Only a final one. I've promised to answer the right inquiries, however. I will tell you that much of my own accord. But deduction or not, take care in your conclusions, lest you chase after an ape with a razor blade that simply isn't there."
Another peice is placed into the computer casing with a snap, large metal hands working with precision despite the divided attention. "Allow me to elucidate on a few points."
"The whys and wherefores as to my origin are unimportant. However, I am Jaeger. I am a machine constructed for a single purpose: to kill people. I face my task with no reluctance or even mere grim acceptance. I enjoy my purpose in life, and I see it as more than just a means of employment. I enjoy it."
"However, there is a time and place for everything. When necessity dictates that I set aside my desire to blast humanity and it's derivatives into a cinder, I do so without hesitation. This would happen to be one of those times." And another part is placed with a click. "State your questions. I shall answer them as my arrangement with Dr. Meyrink so decrees."
No bullet fired by Jaeger, no knife blow, no physical thing could ever hurt Luise as much as that last statement. 'As my arrangement with Dr. Meyrink so decrees'. The bright blue eyes widen in shock, the white slip of paper in her hand floating noiselessly to the floor, forgotten as all of Luise's worst fears come true in a single, throwaway statement.
He *sent* him here. Detlev Meyrink *sent* this... this creature, to her. Possibly, he arranged this entire affair. But why? Why didn't he come here himself? Why isn't Luise talking to the beloved father she has lost, instead of this... angry toaster with delusions of grandeur?
She opens her mouth to speak, trying to form some word, and instantly shuts it again. What was on her lips? Demands? Take me to him, is the first one, but even in her emotionally distressed state the Dancing Butterfly knows that's not going to hold water. Tell me where he is, the next... and that seems just as unlikely to bear fruit. She even gives a nervous laugh as she realizes she is Aladdin, negotiating with the djinn in the bottle. Her wish must be granted... but only if she is careful about it.
"I want to know... a lot of things. I want to know if he's alright. I want to know what this... THIS is," she finally bites out, waving a hand to encompass the building but, more broadly, the organization that owns it. "I want to know why he won't come home." In point of fact, this merely scratches the surface of what she wants to know, but Luise seems to think these are the most important.
"The good doctor never spoke much of his home life," Jaeger says, reaching in to carefully pry up an obsolete memory module, dropping it into a wastebasket. "Therefore, his locations and status is unknown to me. My last recollection of the Doctor was escorting him through the Andes facility during the second attack."
"In retrospect, I understood that his upgrading my combat programming to make my firearms effective against superior hand to hand combatants was more self serving than I had previously beleived. However, it was that expertise that allowed Dr. Meyrink release from that facility."
"I led him to the outskirts of a nearby village, where he decided to travel alone, afraid that NESTS had placed a tracking device on me," Jaeger says casually, popping in a new memory module and tightening it into the case with a screwdriver. "His last known physical status was 'fair'. He had suffered a few minor burns and cuts, but little more to suggest that he would not be able to survive on his own."
"As for this facility, it's a weapons depot and equipment storage location. It's also a clearing house for obsolete weaponry, distributed to the local drug cartels in exchange for standard services and money. It is currently owned by Tess-N Industries, a purported pharmeceutical company that derives new medicines from the Brazilian jungles."
As promised, Jaeger gives answers to precicely the questions ansked. No more, no less. As he answers the final inquiry, he falls silent, working quietly on the little side project he's made for himself, metal fingers working away with the precision of a surgeon.
If he didn't build this... monstrosity, then he at least had a hand in him becoming what he is today. That alone confirms Luise's worst fears, that her father is working for some... terrible organization. In fact, Jaeger named it in an almost casual way. But Seth gave Luise two possibilities: Shadaloo, and NESTS. She only knows the names, a little bit of the goals. But for whatever purpose Tiistai set her on this path, it's clear that Shadaloo doesn't have a stake.
She is actually cursing herself, inside. Luise Meyrink has always been bright, perhaps even bordering on genius. It may even be the effect of Psycho Power itself, setting her neurons to working extra quickly, drawing conclusions, making connections. And they're terrible ones now, oh yes. But she's not going to show weakness in front of Jaeger, not if she can help it. There's a time for tears, and it will come... but not now, not yet.
"Who attacked the other facility? And for that matter, what was Dr. Meyrink studying there that somebody wanted so badly?" she asks pointedly. These are important questions, after all. More to the point, Jaeger's words suggest that the facility itself was doomed, that Detlev was lucky to escape with his life. Meaning they were willing to kill to get it... or kill to keep it hidden forever. Neither is a comforting thought.
"Unfortunately, the attacking party is classified information. Security protocals put in place by my benefactors forbid me from divulging the names and status of any current enemies," Jaeger says, his hands speeding up as he finishes his repairs to the security unit. Hands rapidly replace missing parts as he continues without mising a beat.
"However, his project, not actually being sanctioned by my employer, is not covered by the same parameters."
"Dr. Meyrink was obsessed with repeating an experiment. He had this rather annoying and unimaginative habit of naming his projects with letters. 'A-Project', 'B-Project', 'C-Project'," Jaeger recalls easily, the memories accessed as fast as it takes to flip a switch. "When I met him, he would speak to me at length about his inability to work at the pace his employer demanded."
"Dr. Meyrink was meticulous with his work, and beleived that the requiredments given to him by his employer were unreasonable. According to him, even the long term Alpha version of the 'P-Project' was unstable at best. The demands that he replicate the experiment, but more stable and faster, was frankly absurd to him."
"Therefore, he found the opportunity given to him by the second attack to flee from the facility. Given that Dr. Meyrink's experiments were considered a complete and total failure by his employers, they were more than happy to write him off as dead."
A frown works across Luise's face as she processes all that, her valiant attempt at concealing her emotions aided quite nicely by a natural desire to get to the bottom of this. Jaeger's almost assuredly sharp senses can perhaps tell that now and then, Luise is shaking... a physical aftershock of her attempt to keep her heart in check. She's also silent for some time, processing Jaeger's words carefully. There's a lot to think about here.
"I don't know much about... Dr. Meyrink's experiments," Luise muses aloud, choosing not to link to the man as her 'father' for now. It's information any fool could get, but why volunteer it? "Other than he was always trying to perfect the connection between the brain and cybernetic replacements... reducing the lag time for commands. Did he ever tell you... about the experiment he was trying to recreate?" she asks, suddenly... somewhat angry. It must have been while they were still living together, when she was still daddy's little girl... except for what he hid from her. Why? Was it all a trick to distract her?
...then something clicks.
"The *second* attack? You mean it wasn't the first time?"
"Don't read into it," Jaeger responds. "The facilities I'm usually posted at get attacked constantly. Pound for pound, I'm much cheaper than a standing military force." The case to the machine is closed and fastened securely. Or maybe he just doesn't really know. Whatever the case, he's not getting into that.
"As for details on the experiement," the machine stands to place the device on the shelf and perform a diagnostic. "It had nothing to do with cybernetics. While he was certainly an expert on programming and mechanical devices, this progam had more to do with a latent 'third power'.""
"Dr. Meyrink divided his findings of power into three segments. The body, the elements, and the soul. Apparently physical power and the ability to manipulate the elements were well trod. His focus then became an attempt to ascertain that qualities of a 'soul power' contained in the genetic matricies of certain individuals."
Jaeger turns his head to look at Luise... more for the effect than actually having to do so. "Apparently, there's a sichotomy in morality for humans. I find the concept frankly absurd, but he sought to infuse such powers into individuals for some arcane reason that is beyond me."
It's rather a shame that Jaeger is not a human, and a more petty individual, because it's likely, if he was, that he would be taking great enjoyment from the reactions he's provoking from Luise. And in this case all her defenses crumble, all her protections vanish. In fact, she physically reels from it, stumbling back to lean against the wall, eyes wide with shock.
How to even begin responding to that comment? While she herself cannot manipulate chi, she at least understands that it is a power different from her own, drawn from something external to the user rather than from inside as espers do. 'Physical power' is obvious too. But 'soul power'... it can only be one thing. Seth was right; Detlev Meyrink's research, and thus the interest of NESTS in his work can only be because they were interested in harnessing Psycho Power for their own ends.
"For most the dichotomy is an abstraction," she murmurs, almost barely sensible. Reciting the litany of what she knows is a way of bringing herself back to reality. "For some it is something more. A tangible thing." Her voice stops, or perhaps 'dies' is more appropriate. She is silent for a long time.
Eventually, still leaning against the wall, she speaks again, quietly. "The other experiments, infusing that power... ultimately failed. But they all stemmed from an initial successful experiment, you said. One that was a success. Is that all you know?"
Red lenses focus back on the immediate task. "Dr. Meyrink was prone to philosophising and being rather poetic, despite the fact that his creations were all merely glorified killing machines before they had to be destroyed for instability. They were failures. His employers saw him as little more than a waste despite their inital high hopes. He did insist that he had found success prior to his shoddier work."
The machine turns back to look at Luise as he fires up the security systems. "But he did leave you a message."
"I admit; symbolism is lost upon me. The desire to repeatedly obfuscate facts when it is not necessary to do so can cause mistaken assumptions and otherwise invite disaster," Jager says as he plugs himself into the security array. "I was told that I would be visited by a 'Butterfly'. And that once she found me, that Iw as to relay this message."
And then Dr. Meyrink's voice emits from the security feeds. "The butterfly must forever seek the flower, for in doing so does she find her prupose."
The machine looks at Luise impassively although it's not as iff the face he has can properly emote anyhow. "Apparently such ridiculousness is to be made clear once I take you to a set of coordinates that I was given by Dr. Meyrink. We will appropriate a jeep now. I suggest you say nothing and follow me. The troops here are all too afraid of me to question my motives or activities. If they do so, I shall merely kill them all and claim that the facility was attacked."
She's crying. She told herself she wouldn't, but the entire thing is simply too much for Luise at this time. Her father's voice -- a voice she hasn't heard in so long, of whom she has so many happy memories, and now... of whom she is so unsure -- rips through her like a hail of gunfire, the dark midnight blue of her eyes glistening with the sudden wetness. It's all too soon, too sudden. She came to get clues. What she found... was simply more mysteries.
The message itself is unclear. Who the butterfly is... well, one need not think too hard about that. His little schmetterling, she always had been. But the 'flower'... that makes no sense. It could be a person, even a 'purpose', as butterflies themselves carry pollen for flowers.
"How easy it has to be for you..." Luise finally says, quietly. "Someone gives you instructions, codes them into your very being. There's no uncertainty, no confusion. You do it, it's done. Whereas we humans... we have to stumble around, confused by morality, having unclear directions." But the thought of people dying simply to secure her escape is distasteful... almost as much as putting herself in the hands of the man who so casually suggested it. Though he did protect her father, when she couldn't...
"I'll pretend to be your captive," she says quietly. "It shouldn't be hard for them to imagine."
Jaeger says nothing in response. The perpetuation that he's simply a programmable machine is one that he's only too happy to allow. The truth is really much, much worse.
He's fully concious of what he does, and he likes to kill people. Watching a human explode like a blood sausage being hit with dynamite is very entertaining for him. It's very difficult to get around when people expect you to go berserk at any moment and riddle them with a storm of bullets. It does nothing for trust. Human germs, multiplying, covering the planet, and infesting everything with their silly claims of morality or aspirations to Godhood or what have you. Survival of the fittest, the mantra of so many would be dictators and men who claim the mantle of a deity.
Small minded, all of them. None would be fit to survive in the landscape Jaeger would create.
He marches her through the compound. No questions asked, no statements made. The six foot tall war machine doesn't need to explain himself, especially not while armed. Leading Luise to the aformentioned Jeep, he directs her to sit in the back, handcuffs her to the door, and flips his arm so that a gun is trained to her head.
For appearances, or to ensure his mission is complete is unsure. But he does drive off into the mountains towards yet another mysterious destination...
Log created on 00:00:57 08/26/2007 by Luise, and last modified on 16:13:13 09/30/2007.