Bosa’s face was turned away, looking towards the floor. Thoughts came through his mind on what to do - if he was seen, even just a bit, he’d be in big trouble. But he chose to come up to this specific wall for a reason. A floor vent. His body was pressed against it, but if anyone were to move the body away, they’d see the vent. It all came down to if they could actually figure things out.
“I’m not a spy..” He said, after a moment, in between a few breaths. “But she is. Koycheva is.” Almost effortlessly, Bosa exited from the host’s torso and into the vent, hoping that he was obscured from view. Moments later, the woman slumped to the floor, as if suddenly passing out.
Bosa slipped through the vents, also taking something with him. He was smart enough to have remembered the card that he’d need to get back into the cell, as all of the vents in his cell were closed almost constantly. The only problems he had right now was actually hoping he went the right way, and disposing of the card.
He made note of the awkwardness. He didn’t really think that humans were clueless, with all of the things they’d made. Maybe he’d need to read a few books on social skills.
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Clarissa was very confused and a little worried by the woman's comment before she passed out. Koycheva? Who is she? She carefully knelt down beside her and checked her pulse, letting out a soft sigh when she confirmed the woman was still alive.
She looked up when she heard the security team approach and stood up to get out of their way. She was going to have to explain her actions to them while they secured the intruder… Clarissa almost hoped that she would be able to stay informed on why the woman was here and what she had been after.
Slipping through the vents, realizing that he was almost at his destination, Bosa thought it was almost too easy. And he was right.
Unfortunately, there were cameras in the vents, cameras not taken out. For whatever reason, the cameras in Bosa’s cell at the time of the incident had been knocked away. It didn’t take long for people to realize this, and what surprised them was that the cameras were apparently being influenced by someone hundreds of miles away from the facility. But that was besides the point. Because you could imagine the person’s surprise who just so happened to be looking at the right cameras, as a dark, fast shape moved through the vents.
Bosa dropped into the hallway next to his cell, landing himself by the keycard pad. This time, having more control over himself, he slid the card and the door opened with a whoosh. The door shut moments later as Bosa entered, making his way across the room. The mop and brush were still there, as well as the bucket.
Bosa slipped the card underneath the couch and retired to his corner on the ceiling.
The security guard, meanwhile, wasted no time in informing the staff of a ‘possible breakout in the vents.’ There weren’t many subjects able to fit into the vents, of course - much less able to move fast enough that they couldn’t keep an eye on it. And perhaps the lighting of the vents also had to do with that. It wasn’t very easy to see things with how dark the vents were, especially at this time of the day.
The woman - Koycheva, refused to say anything, even when interrogated. Only clues that they had were she definitely did not work here, and that someone who did work here smuggled the clothing and supplies in for her. The question remained: who?
Once she had been cleared and given her own report of what happened, Clarissa tried to relax but it certainly wasn't easy. She was of course concerned when she heard about the break out in the vents… Perhaps it was just some subject taking advantage of the chaos but considering the size and speed… She shook her head a little, deciding to go check. All security measures were going to be increased now, no doubt about that. She was going to have to be patient or get creative if she wasn't allowed to keep her promise to Bosa about the books. But there were more pressing matters, like the woman saying she wasn't a spy then giving her own name as the identity of the spy? And the name… the name sounded foreign at the very least. She didn't want to appear paranoid but she thought it sounded Russian… That thought spurred her into a slightly quicker pace until she reached 055’s cell.
The lights were still dimmed in Bosa’s cell, and the broom was laying on the ground by the corner at which Bosa rested in. It hadn’t moved a single inch since his ‘escape’, and Bosa made sure of it. If anyone figured out of his little run around the facility, he’d have to say goodbye to any chance of interaction permitted by the staff. Bosa wasn’t sure if he could feel emotions to the extent of humans, but undoubtedly, he was feeling nervous.
Clarissa let out a small sigh of relief when she finally found the form of 055 in the corner of the ceiling. It wouldn't look good for either of them if her subject had been the one to cause trouble… and she had to admit that she was a little worried about him. She wasn't one for conspiracy but it wasn't that far fetched to her.
Her eyes widened when she noticed the broom in the cell. It most certainly hadn't been there earlier… Hesitantly, she reached for the microphone switch.
”Bosa?”
The sand had been slightly moving, so subtle it was easy to miss it. As Bosa heard the greeting he replied nearly immediately. “Hello. I am here.” His voice came out as the ‘metallic’ one again, neutral toned and all. Different from his humanoid voice.
”I’m glad to see that.” Clarissa smiled faintly. ”We had someone break into the facility and I wanted to make sure that you were alright. The woman disguised herself as a janitor and the cameras picked up something small, dark, and fast moving through the vents.” she explained, half baiting 055 for information and trying to build some form of trust.
“A break in? Does that happen often?” Bosa questioned. Through his time of being here, he hadn’t seen any, and it didn’t seem like it was a monthly thing either. “And there was something in the vents?” The sand only slightly shifted, but no major movements were observed.
“Not very often. I don't think it's uncommon but I don't remember too many before.” she admitted calmly as she watched closely for any reaction that a pile of sand could give. ”Yes, there was something but we're not sure what it was. It moved very fast.” she sighed, debating on how much to say. ”Fortunately, it doesn't seem like she caused any real trouble. All other subjects are safe as well and security has her under control.”
“Oh, that’s good then.” Bosa kept his tone neutral. It held no sense of excitement, sadness, fear or anger to it. Curiosity, maybe, but what emotions did show up were brief. “To clarify, I am also alright. I have been here this entire time.”
”That’s good to hear. Because if something had happened, we would both be in trouble.” she told him, sitting down for a moment. She eyed the broom again in concern. The microphone recorded both sides of the conversation and she couldn't think of a way to mention so 055 would understand and not someone else. ”We probably wouldn't get that request I put in for you approved, at the very least. But you don't strike me as the rash type so I suppose I'm worrying for no reason.”
“Yes, that’s true I suppose.” Could he feel..guilt? At lying? He didn’t really have a heartbeat or anything, much less organs, but if Bosa were a human, you could almost say his heart was beating out of his chest from how…tense the situation was at the moment.
“Is there something you would like me to do?” Bosa asked.
Clarissa looked at him and shook her head. ”No. Not really. I'm just relieved that you're alright. It's a good thing I forgot my keys and had to come back. Who knows what that woman would have done if I hadn't noticed her in the hall.”
Clarissa also felt a little bad for trying to trick and guilt-trip 055. Especially if he really was innocent… but there was no way to tell since the cameras weren't very reliable because of the sabotage.
Bosa would’ve nodded if he could. It seemed he was mostly in thought, typically unmoving. “That’s true.” He paused, before considering that maybe he could tell a little truth. Half truth, half lie, maybe. “The woman did come in here, actually.” He suddenly said.
“She didn’t see me, but she was looking around the cell for something. Seems she didn’t find it, though.”
Clarissa sat bolt upright at the, somewhat, unexpected news. She already had her suspicions about the woman and it seemed obvious what she would have been in here for. ”Well, then I am very glad she didn't find you. I’m guessing she left that broom when she was here?” she pointed out as she fingered her own key card. The woman didn't have one on her when she was captured but they were necessary to enter many rooms in the facility. It was near impossible to even get into the building without one. ”Did she say anything?”
“Yes, the broom was left here. And no. She only hummed a song. Then she suddenly dropped the broom and left.” In a way, it was true. Just not from his perspective. Indeed, while the woman had ‘suddenly dropped the broom and left’ it was for a reason, and Bosa was exactly the reason. He was straying dangerously close to the truth here, but he was careful not to let anything spill.
Clarissa hummed a little in acknowledgment and nodded. ”I don't suppose you recognized the song, by any chance?” she questioned, wondering if the woman had still been playing the role of janitor when she came into 055’s room then had to leave for… whatever her objective had been. But that didn't work explain the strange behavior she displayed when the scientist caught her. It might have been stretching to think that the song was a clue however Clarissa wanted to be sure and cover all the bases.
“I did not recognize the song. It did sound nice, though.” Bosa commented. That was the truth - he did not know the song.
”Ok. Well, thank you for telling me this. I’m sure that we'll be able to figure out why and how she snuck in.” she said truthfully and a little optimistic. Though she didn't know how much the information 055 had given her would help but she wanted to give the impression that it would. Does that count as gaslighting? she wondered, feeling a little guilty and unsure.
“Alright.” Bosa would move around again, before going still. It was time to rest. This was perhaps the most energy he’d expended in a while.
It would be a little bit suspicious, with how the cameras in 055’s room weren’t functional at the time of the breach, essentially meaning they had only Bosa’s words to go off of. But he wouldn’t lie to them, would he?
Clarissa nodded not really knowing what to say next. She was quite exhausted herself after all this excitement. ”Well… It's been a long day.” she commented. She didn't know if 055 actually slept or got tired the same way humans did but she certainly needed the rest. ”I’ll let you be for the night and see you in the morning.” she offered, standing up.
“Alright.” Bosa repeated, preparing to go dormant. At least, until the next day. Bosa didn’t really have a sense of time like people did, but he could faintly sense activities around him. He supposed the more active humans got, it was daytime. And when they didn’t do as much, it was night. “Have a good night,” Bosa says, after a moment.
”Good night.” she replied before turning off the microphone and heading out of the room. After making sure that she had everything, she finally was able to get to her car. If it hadn't been for that intruder Clarissa would already be home by now and resting. It had been her own decision to go back and check on 055 but she figured any good handler would have done the same if they had been there during the chaos.
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The day had arrived, again.
Bosa had really no way to tell the time, technically. He wondered if it was an internal clock, some sort of instinct in the back of his mind.
Whatever it may be, the sand moved across the room again, catching sense of the card, still under the furniture. The brush had been moved, however - someone during the night must’ve come in.
The sand shifted form, again to its humanoid, but it left the head alone for now.
Bosa realized he must look almost unnerving, having black sand for a featureless face. But he was willing to try and improve on the features of his face, something he’d always struggled at. Now, the only thing he needed was some sort of reflective surface - something the room, unfortunately lacked, Bosa realized, as he searched the room.
Clarissa, of course, had the benefit of clocks and knew exactly what time she left her little home and what time she arrived at work. She did make a quick stop for some coffee, considering the short amount of time she got to sleep.
After a brief greeting with the security guard at the door, to confirm her identity, she headed to her locker… Though she had a slight Deja Vu because of last night. It seemed like it just happened instead of being hours ago, it felt like minutes. She sighed and shook her head as she locked away her personal things.
Eventually, she made it to 055’s room. The lock had been changed to only allow her, and a few higher-ups, entrance after the break-in. She did bring a couple of books as a gift but she would wait before giving them. ”Good morning.”
