She stared down at the men, smirking at their helpless attempts to lift themselves off the ground. Her eyes began scanning the area: noting the curb, the metal railings, the wrench on the ground, bits of rope.
It wasn’t the same toys she was used to— the chemicals, the scalpels— but it was something she could work with. Scenarios began to play themselves out in her mind. Long, drawn out scenes painted with screams and snapping bones and ripping flesh.
XANA came into view, pulling their guns and radios from their holsters. She blinked, sanity fading back into view. Right, the supercomputer.
Anthea swallowed before speaking again, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. (at some point the bloodlust had actually made her start salivating, literally drooling for chaos and destruction)
"You might want to go ahead without me. Playtime might take a while. After all, I’ve got nearly twenty years worth of pain to pay back.” Her teeth clacked against each other as she snapped her jaw shut.
That same look of death glinted in her eyes, of revenge and hurt and madness— but not directed at XANA this time. Oh, no. What he had tried to do was nothing compared to what these three had done to her. These three had stolen everything from her, under the orders of a cuel man. XANA— well, he had said he was sorry, in a sense. That it wasn’t anything personal.
But with these three? Oh yes it had been. They had enjoyed manipulating her, toying with her to make her let her guard down. Dragging her away, laughing at her as she pounded against the glass.
No. No, XANA was kind compared to them. Hell, he was helping her get revenge, wasn’t he? She had to respect him for doing at least that.
She took another step forward, glancing back at XANA. Cruel sanity and bloody madness fought for dominance in her eyes, in her mind. He had said something about EMPIRE, but the rest of the sentence was a haze of nonsense.
What were they here for again? Something about the computer. It seemed so far away now. So unimportant. Sounds, touch, taste, smell all mattered far more than higher thought processes right now. This was the primal mind coming to the forefront. The one that knew only violence and lust and survival.
Anthea was slipping away with every second, every dopamine-laced thought, every shaking breath. Every heartbeat pumped more adrenaline through her, pushing her further towards the violence she was craving.
"Once I start, I’m not stopping. If you need me at all within, ahaha, the next few hours, might want to have me help now.”
"No, I should be fine. You can enjoy yourself here." Anthea would doubly serve as a good lookout in case anyone else decides to appear. Besides, she knows how to fight. And XANA wanted some privacy with the supercomputer anyway. It should be fine to leave her alone for a bit.
He hopped down to the factory floor. As he went down through the lift, he pondered. It was a bit of a dilemma. He needs to move the supercomputer, but doing so would require shutting it off, which would render him unable to move it. A bit of a catch-22. Possibly, he could get Anthea to move it at a later time, relying entirely on her. XANA still had other supercomputers worldwide, he just wouldn’t be able to be physically present for some time. There was also the issue of where to move the supercomputer - it’s not something you can place down.
Perhaps it would be unmovable. Other solutions. Defense. He could defend the factory, at risk of it being discovered and well, shut down. It was a good strategy. The risk just needs to be removed. XANA was not terribly fond of gambling, even if occasionally a necessary evil. He could slightly remodel the factory to make it mostly inaccessible. He also pondered having a system set up so that unauthorized persons would be possessed and have their memory wiped of this place.
Remodeling seemed the safest bet, though the second system might need looking into in the event that EMPIRE absolutely knows that there is a supercomputer here. With the loss of their persons investigating the factory, they may send more. However they may also not, with the chaos that will have ensued by the time they realize all their data has been destroyed. Still, it was a rather difficult situation all around, and XANA was annoyed by the amount of unknown variables. On Lyoko he had a nearly godlike reign, with full knowledge of its inner workings. Reality is not quite so simple. It occurred to him as a side-note that perhaps a perfected virtual world could better supplement the current one, as opposed to previous plans of completely “overwriting” the current world.
XANA selected and finalized his decision. He would remove the manual entrance via ladder, leaving only the lift to reach the lab, and possibly set up his theorized system at a later date. In the meantime, he would continue to reestablish the remainder of his supercomputer network. He wasn’t really sure what else to do in his spare time.