Natalie Denisov wrote:Narrator wrote:"Kiddo? KIDDO?" the guard said, concerned, moving over to feel her temperature. "Frank, get over here--we may have a Code Yellow. Would explain why she was pokin' around the facility, at least."
She was actually overheating a little bit. Like an overclocked processor, she was doing more than her brain was used to handling. As the guard touched her to check her, she slumped forward against the guard, some of the camera feeds hiccuping as she fights to retain control of the system.
"Get on the horn to the hospital,
now; we're gonna need a medic alert for this one," she said, trying to steady Natalie. "Get Oliver back in here, too; he called her parents, he needs to tell them we're taking her off the facility. You copy that, Oliver?" she asked into her walkie-talkie.
She tried to steady Natalie. "C'mon, kiddo, stay with me. Tell me about your pokemans or something, I'm sure it's
fascinating.."
Her focus on Natalie meant that she missed the hiccups in the security feed -- at least for now.
The feed, however, kept swarming in on Natalie, asking her for information, reporting what was going on. As far as the system was concerned, she
was the main security console -- the entire building slamming her with billions of bits of information, trying to run a top-level government installation through the head of a 19-year old mutant.