I couldn't wear my regular clothes, else we would attract too much attention. The only cover clothes I had was a mink cloak that I borrowed from my cousin Moira (she is going to be so angry at me). I dunno, I don't think I blended too well.
We went dirtside in the mule bike in case we had to move the cryostasis chamber.
The area was a total dump, not in a metaphorical sense either, it was a dump, junkyard, disposal area.
Gallagher figured out exactly where it was, it took some searching.
It was this hole in the ground. Once again, not a metaphor.
The lab was deafening and had an internal arrangement and transport system that was very disorienting. I got lost a few times. Hey, I'm a pilot, not a navigator. And try to keep up with Gallgher, good luck.
Gallagher disabled the few internal robotic sentinels, beat them into debris actually.
Gallagher grumbled that it was a dead lead, but I managed to download some info and looking at the bio-chambers, it was obvious that at least one of the bodies had been there, or at least samples. He called it a red herring. Sigh, I will have to explain what a red herring is to LilyBell.
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