Taura was unnerved. The Head Doctor had said pretty much exactly what she'd been thinking. As a Dendarii, her duty had been to escape first, but that was off the table here. She couldn't escape her own body, except with a one-way trip, and that wasn't Taura's style.

Which meant that infiltration was their best hope, just as the Head Doctor said. Their only hope, and they had to cling to it.

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The hallway was empty, too, but she could hear voices, so some of the men were at least up and moving. There were a lot more of them -- was it because they took mostly fighters? Despite having the same basic geneset, some of the designers had argued against having half of her siblings be female. Even after they'd been born; even after the girls had started to outlive the boys.

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No, not cling. Clinging was for grab bars on emergency takeoffs. Seize it with both hands and yank. Like grabbing and crushing the bones of someone who held out a patronizing handshake. She'd never done that, but Two did, once. Only once, because they couldn't get away with repeating it. She had a feeling the same held here; they would need to find that one gap in the forcefield, and then strike with everything they had.

The women's block was empty; not even a whisper. That concerned her; they couldn't build up an army if there was no one here. Maybe she was just moving quickly; she told herself that as she slipped through the darkness.

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The main corridor was dark, and no sounds came from the sun room, even when Taura pressed an ear to the doors. That didn't mean much, but it gave her something to do while she waited. Then she switched to jogging back and forth along the length of it. Staying in one place had proved more dangerous than making a visible target of herself; she didn't like waiting.

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"Heeave-hooo!" A scruffy voice shouted as a piece of the floor shifted. After a few aborted attempts, the obstinate square relented to the boy's unusual strength. Even still, it was really heavy! Goku was used to going toe-to-toe with dinosaurs for a simple morning work out. A piece of rock shouldn't be this wearisome.

Ah well.

Pulling his squat little body through the hole was easy. It was his bulging sack of delicate machinery that gave him problems. With a few not-so gentle tugs, the little monkey boy freed it from the greedy labyrinth below them. Curious, he peered down below as if he hoped to see something that hadn't been there previously.

"Hooo..." he breathed a sigh of relief before pull the strap over his head. Goku was so short the bag practically touched the ground, but he still made a fine pack mule. A pack mule on a mission! But first, he helped himself to a carton of ice cream. He'd get a spoon in the kitchen on his way out.

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First rule of business: a spoon. Sure, he could have used his hands, but Goku had learned that ice cream and those meaty warm pads at the end of your arms tended to melt most of it onto the ground before you could get it to your hungry face hole.

If he wanted to eat his share, then a utensil was necessary. Setting down the carton and his satchel for just a moment, the little boy hopped up on the counter and began rifling through the various drawers that lined the granite he was currently perched on. Most of it, he found, were odd tools that were a lot more complex than just a scooping thing. Some looked more like weapons, but eventually he found one that kinda resembled a spoon. The part that held the food was a lot more concave and big, but hey! That just meant it could hold more ice cream in one scoop.

"He heee!" Dropping back down with a victorious chuckle, he picked his things back up and opened the carton lid, only to toss it away somewhere in the kitchen. It would only hinder his eating actions if he kept it around on his journey. With that, he walked out of the kitchen with a mouthful of mint chocolate chip.

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"Eh--" This place, in the dark with no other people running around and no delicious-smelling food all over the tables, seemed a lot larger now that he was standing in it all alone. Or, at least, he thought he was alone.

"Helloooo?" he called out experimentally. He waited for an answer, but all he got was his own echo. At first he thought it was another patient, but when nothing stirred in the dark, the young boy took the hint. It would have been nice if he could just dump all these brick things on everyone all at once so he could go find his own excitement, but it looked like this adventure wouldn't be completed so easily.

What a drag.

After one last moment of staring blankly into space, the monkey boy began waddling toward the door in search of someone who would lighten his load.

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Now this place, he remembered intimately for a number of reasons. Goku couldn't feasibly count the number of times Taura, Birdy, and he had come through here to get to the basement. Most of the time they had been stopped by someone or something lurking in here. The memory started his heart pumping with excitement. It had been a long time since he had a proper fight!

The one with Birdy didn't count. Goku thought back further and stopped on the time he had attacked Kibitoshin in this exact room. He tried, but he couldn't remember why he had wanted to defeat the man... Either way, it had been a great fight. It was also the night he had truly met Taura and everything she was capable of. Yeah, those were all fond memories!

Welp. Goku flicked his gaze back and forth within the spacious room, but nothing seemed willing to assault him. That was a real drag!

"Ah well..." Technically, he had a job to complete. Reluctantly, he peeled his feet off the carpet and moved to the doors that lead into the main hallways. He could there'd be a lot of people out there to throw these bricks at.

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