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The Squad Leader adjusts his gas mask, eyes narrowing as they move between Jack and upward to where Chirpy hangs from the open ventilation grate overhead.
"McConnell." His voice carries military precision. "Ian McConnell."
His gaze drifts toward the facility speakers, lingering there as something unreadable crosses his features. "Naomi..." The name escapes almost involuntarily, softer than his previous words. He catches himself, jaw tightening. "Three years. They said she didn't make it out."
He retrieves his plasma rifle with practiced efficiency, the movement automatic while his mind seems elsewhere. "Phase 3 integration." He nods toward Jack, professional assessment taking over. "One of Prometheus's most valuable assets." His emphasis on the word 'asset' carries a hint of distaste.
McConnell's eyes lift again to Chirpy in the vent. "And you... part of her special projects." His voice shifts behind the gas mask, the filter giving his words a mechanical quality. "She always did prefer working with the enhanced meerkat subjects."
The distant sound of facility systems powering down draws his attention. His posture shifts subtly—the stance of a man calculating odds. "System failure like this triggers protocols. Fifteen minutes, maybe less." He checks his weapon's charge indicator. "An interceptor team will secure this place room by room."
His gaze returns to Jack, studying the nanobots pulsing beneath his skin. "Your AI interface - it can access systems, decrypt data, can't it?" There's a calculating intensity to his question. "You want to know who you are. I want to know what they weren't telling me about this facility... about her." He gestures toward the door with his chin. "Unless you want to wait for my colleagues to arrive."