"I don't think I want it," he murmured, looking around.
This wasn't quite a Clean Room, but it was close--that quality seemed antithetical to the purpose of a security station. You wouldn't spend hours at a time in it... you'd do what you needed to do, then leave. He couldn't say whether or not he'd expect to see holding cells when they found the right place. Maybe not, if what they were supposed to shut down was an administrative function, and aside from that, why would you keep the cells near the computers running the whole system if you had a building full of places to imprison people?
In any case, he was reluctant to try the password on what appeared to be the wrong computer. God only knew what kind of system overrides and lock-outs might be in place.
It was equally hard to predict exactly what was behind the door that was on the same wall as the one they'd come from--maybe some kind of utility, given the purposes of the two rooms connected to it--but its orientation made him doubt that it led to a hallway. It would have been inconsistent with the Institute's architecture. Still, a pad might be inside it.
He opened the door to a dark room about the same size as the one they'd come from, with no telltale glow lighting it up. His flashlight showed him only a boiler and some large pipes.
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This wasn't quite a Clean Room, but it was close--that quality seemed antithetical to the purpose of a security station. You wouldn't spend hours at a time in it... you'd do what you needed to do, then leave. He couldn't say whether or not he'd expect to see holding cells when they found the right place. Maybe not, if what they were supposed to shut down was an administrative function, and aside from that, why would you keep the cells near the computers running the whole system if you had a building full of places to imprison people?
In any case, he was reluctant to try the password on what appeared to be the wrong computer. God only knew what kind of system overrides and lock-outs might be in place.
It was equally hard to predict exactly what was behind the door that was on the same wall as the one they'd come from--maybe some kind of utility, given the purposes of the two rooms connected to it--but its orientation made him doubt that it led to a hallway. It would have been inconsistent with the Institute's architecture. Still, a pad might be inside it.
He opened the door to a dark room about the same size as the one they'd come from, with no telltale glow lighting it up. His flashlight showed him only a boiler and some large pipes.
It could be a bad place to be trapped.
"No. We'll have to try the other one."