The Facility was... was...
Grissom thought desperately for an adjective as he moved quickly down the dimly lit corridor.
Large. The Facility was large.
"This place is pretty big..." Phil whispered, his hand hovering close to the gun that was holstered on his hip.
"I was just thinking that," Grissom said, stopping for a moment when they reached a fork in the hallway. Mxy just floated behind them, counting electrons then multiplying them by the number of emotions he could feel to come up with the answer to most of life's questions.
The building was a huge steel construct that looked as if it may once have been an oil rig, but one that had since stopped ringing. Someone had added to the existing structure, masking it in an iron wall. Who did it and to what purpose, the members of Vanguard International couldn't really be sure.
"My question is..." Phil began.
"Why have we not yet been noticed by any sort of security presence?" Grissom continued.
"Yeah."
"Maybe we have." Mxy said.
"Damn. He's probably right," Grissom said.
"And coherent. That's two for two, Mxy," Phil added.
"When I close my eyes I can see all the different colours that the future will be!"
"...and the streak is over," Phil said as he became aware of a soft noise above him. "...what the?"
In a scene weirdly reminiscent of that bit in We3, a shower of robotic rats descended upon them from the ceiling of the hallway.
"Shit!" Phil yelled.
"More puppets!" Mxy yelled.
Grissom just stepped out of the way, pressed himself up against the wall, and concentrated.
The rats quickly began to disappear, until not a trace of them was left in the hall.
"Robots really don't bother me that much," Grissom said as he exhaled his held breath.
"Where did you put them?" Phil asked.
"Back in the hotel room."
"Why?"
Grissom shrugged. "Not sure."
Outside The Facility, beneath the surface of the water, Tiberius had launched himself at the tail of the robotic hammerhead shark that was circling around Greg Blondhead.
Tiberius grabbed the robot's tail, yanking it back towards himself. He wrapped an arm around its neck and threw it upwards, the very laws of physics that was restrict such an action happening underwater not seeming to bother him very much.
The shark broke the surface and kep going into the air above the water. Tiberius pushed himself upwards, gasping for air when he found it. He stepped up onto the water and pushed himself off of it, colliding with the shark in mid air. The robotic fish split in two down the middle, falling into the water in two separate pieces as Tiberius landed on their stationary boat.
He reached out a hand and helped Greg back onboard.
"The plan to use yourself an anchor was unwise."
"It slowed us down, didn't it?"
"...somewhat."
