Ancient Treasures (Bailey/Leon GM)

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey nodded silently to basically indicate she was aware of the conversation and what it meant.

[Sean Barker]

"You are correct."

Barker didn't take offense to the lack of a hand shake. It was to be expected after explaining what he can do. Mitsoumi on the other hand was different. He looked surprised at the lack of decorum though in such an exaggerated way it probably looked comical with his hands thrown back and standing on one leg like he was wind swept.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake was ignoring the comic relief as his eyes flickered to where they had been digging.

"You are digging in the wrong place."

He frowned.

"What will you use the fleece for?"

He could ask Virgil, but he would rather talk to Barker like a person.

[Sean Barker]

Barker would stare at Blake for a few moments.

"The fleece was how my research began, but I only had a short time with it. The potential to completing my research or reversing it seems to be only capable with the fleece. I would use it for the purpose of finishing my theories and fixing my mistakes."

[Blake Oleander]

"The mistakes being?"

[Sean Barker]

"Well, we can't just keep slaughtering experiments whenever we find them. Just because of the possible mind control of a low chance that there is a general or surviving scientist out there somewhere. The fleece may make it possible to remove that genetic marker, among other things."

[Blake Oleander]

He nodded.

"The entrance is this way."

He'd motion for them to follow him to the spot Virgil had pointed out.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey went rigid at the mention of slaughtering the experiments, nostrils flaring as the anger bubbled over for a moment.

"No kidding," she muttered. If there was one facility, then there would be others that Barker may not know of. It was worth asking - and redirecting where her thoughts were headed.

"How might the Fleece change the genetic marker?"

[Sean Barker]

Mitsoumi would follow Blake where Barker would look to Bailey now as he clumsily tried to fold his shitty lawn chair with one hand and his feet.

"The fleece created the marker. Seems reasonable to use the source to reverse it."

He'd lose grip on the half folded lawn chair as he dropped it. Sighing heavily he would continue trying to pack up his spot to move it.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would point to the spot they needed to start digging.

"It's under here."

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey noticed the trouble Barker was having and sighed, turning back to him and nodding towards the bundle in his arms as well as the extra supplies.

"Keep that up and you'll upset the baby. Here" She hook her head, gesturing for the scientist to step back and away from the supplies for her to fold up the chair and umbrella themselves, but only if he kept a distance.

[Sean Barker]

Mitsoumi would stretch and start digging while Barker did as instructed, backing away and rocking the baby. It would only take a few minutes before a two sided metal door was uncovered.

"Think I found something."

[Blake Oleander]

He'd give Barker a smug look. He was holding up his end of the deal.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey would proceed to be a pack mule for now, though one does wonder if she intends to use the lawn furniture as weapons if need be. Or if she'd set it inside the main doors to not immediately flag some random person digging stuff up walking by that someone was already here.

The questions start buzzing around in her head again, but she keeps silent, nodding at the sight of the steel doors.

[Sean Barker]

Barker would nod and call Mitsoumi over to hold Baby Bailey. In which he would go to the door and give it a once over.

"Now if I were him I'd have this rigged just to be sure."

Barker would sigh before a tattoo on his hand began glowing. His teeth clenched as bones snapped, and harshly ripped in new directions, skin complexion changed. Falling to his knees as his hair color changed and his body slowly settled and steam Rose off his form. He was now an exact copy of Zack Asiv.

"That always hurts more than it helps... Well ninety percent of the time."

Now he moved to the vault door and placed his hand against it.

"Red eyed coyote."

A light would gleam through the doors frame before a loud unlocking sound.

"I believe we have entry."