Jack rubs his eyes. It was... a few days already? That lack of sleep from earlier escapades must have been getting to him. He waves open the door before and steps into a gravity lift. He enters the Analysis center and reactivates the computer banks. They should still hold the data from his scan.
The display projects the items. "Everything but Pugnium? Where did I store that?"
He activates the inventory register and scrolls through the contents. He stops, then types "Pugnium." Storage number 51.
He exits the building onto a small balcony, and activates his jetpack. He enters the storage complex, filled with rows of heavy duty cube shaped storage crates. He jetted up to #51 ais accessed the manifest. He withdraws the Pugnium before strolling back to the research station.
He enters the lab and inserts the troublesome ingredient into the machine. He leans against the counter. Once more he lapses into an almost unconscious contemplation.
The light from the window caught on something, drawing his attention. Another lab instrument, holding down some sort of note. He snatches it up.
[i]They are on to you. Do not trust anything or anyone.
-Iris[/i]
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BuwunP [spoiler]There are a few sentences in a row that all start with “He <verb>”, I’d recommend smoothing it out a little bit, it will read easier. Good stuff! [/spoiler]
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[i]*clap clap*[/i] Very impressive. [spoiler]Seriously, it's good.[/spoiler]
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Skibidibopboppoobidood your story is good