‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ God, that was close. Yu-nae plopped to the floor as soon as Metal had let them go, allowing their racing heart to catch up before getting back to their foot.
“Th-th-thanks,” they managed to muster up, tucking the Employee ID card back under their shirt, they listened to the commands emitting from it’s voice box, and frowned. So they were getting ‘escorted’ now, probably to the opposite of where they actually wanted to go; great.
Well, so much for trying to get into Eggman’s server room. They wanted to try and see what all data was sent to and from this place, see if they couldn’t discreetly plant some kind of packet sniffer into it, and maybe feed that data to somewhere that could warn anyone of an incoming attack. Alas, didn’t look like that was going to be what they were doing today.
Maybe that was for the best, now thinking about it, it sounded like a dumb idea; they would have been caught easily and who knew what kind of repercussions that’d have.
“…I take it you don’t have much of a personality to speak of,” Yu-nae spoke aloud as they followed. They had expected Metal Sonic to be like… well, maybe a bit like Sonic in personality, or at the very least, like Orbot and Cubot, but he didn’t seem to react with much… gusto, as it were.
DESTINATION CHECK. ASSIGNMENT IS LOCATED ON CURRENT FLOOR, FOURTH SERVER ROOM.
― · METAL SONIC HADN'T been notified of an intruder, nor of any idiotic "interns" gaining access to the elevators. Because, say, if they had come down here to meddle with Dr. Eggman's grand scheme, then they'd have failed before they'd even begun. And, no, surely they weren't dumb enough to try, were they? Which is one reason why Metal wasn't already on Yu-Nae like a mad dog. Maybe then they would get that "gusto" they were looking for.
From now on, they should really consider themselves already CAUGHT. Metal trudged on ahead, leading them through the wide, echoing corridor of metal. Much like a guard would guide his prisoner, but without another man at the back. And it was a warm 32°c, not cold and unwelcoming like a prison.
It ignored Yu-Nae's comment on its personality, or lack thereof. The only approval it needed was from their masters, and Yu-Nae was at medium level clearance at best. The corridor stopped after the 9th room, with a single unlabelled hatch at the far end. Metal stopped them at the 4th, which was guarded by a large circular door.
CONNECTING TO DOOR G107... 100%
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED. ACCESS REQUESTED.
'Access Request Accepted. Opening door to Server Room G107. Metal Sonic and Yu-Nae added to access log.'
The door spun, the central lock swivelling six times, and it hissed, before it disappeared up into the wall, revealing a room roasting with rows and racks of computer systems. It was HOT.
― · Metal turned to face them.
Go on then. Do your job.
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