Archives Under Felton Street, London, Friday Evening

[on_her_korhal]

Getting to the building had been the easy part. Getting into the building had been slightly harder, but not impossible. Offices. They were all the same, really, after a while.

The true test was coming up just ahead, though, and Kerrigan's pulse was racing in ways she'd be loathe to admit were comfortably familiar. Adrenaline. Anticipation. The whole damn nine yards that had kept her existence going back in the days when she had orders, not friends.

The lock would be a piece of cake with the aid of their guest.

The rest-- well. Her hand hovered over the stealth button on her suit. Her armor pulsed like it had a life of its own. "It's your turn. This once. And then it's on me."

Whether she was referring to the politician or the cowering mess was left, mostly, in the middle.

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[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Dear god. A stasis machine." Harriet's mind was going a million miles a second. "Would it work? Could it work? Would it last to get them safely home?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Like I said, it's crude," Kerrigan continued, but she was shooting Harriet looks all the while. That kind of thinking just made her head hurt. "Theoretically, though-- yeah, it should work."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

A decision had to be made. there could be something more useful here in the archives.

But they could spend the rest of their lives, looking for the slightly better option.

This should work. This would work. And she had a lot of practice making the hard decision.

"We're taking these," she said as she got awkwardly to her feet. "The dossier and the plans and we're going back to Fandom. Now."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan."

And like that, Kerrigan was back in Ghost mode, visor up to her eyes and sliding smoothly back down to the door.

It wouldn't take them long to break out of the facility.

Not long at all.