Chapter 114: Ghost in the Machine.
The network of pipes was like a bloody maze and if it wasn't for Wisp's ability to create bursts of light when she needed to it would have been a bloody nightmare for her to even see where to go let alone pick her way through a maze.
The old ventilation and heating pipes crisscrossed one another in a seemingly never-ending maze and she lost count of the number of rats and spiders she sent fleeing off into the darkness as she released a burst of light in order to see which way to turn, though mostly she kept it to a minimum so that she didn't accidentally give herself away.
But eventually, she saw a light at the end of a particularly long ventilation duct and when she floated to the end she was relieved to see a grate that led directly into what was blatantly the Railroad HQ.
The place kinda looked pretty chaotic for a resistance HQ, with parts, weapons and all sorts of shit strewn everywhere, but it also had a kinda lived-in and fully alive quality to it as well.
There were people constantly coming and going returning from missions only to be sent back out on others or turning in intel before taking a breather, the place was a hive of activity.
It looked like they tended to keep the onsite staff to a minimum most likely for security as having all your major players and eggs in one basket was pretty much inviting your opponents to remove you as a threat, a similar stance to which Seven had taken with how he'd split their own group up to tackle multiple tasks at once.
That's when Wisp spied two figures that she instantly recognised from Fuller's visual descriptions of them, Desdemona and Glory.
Taking one look at Glory and Wisp could instantly see what had caused Fuller to fall for her, she was indeed a rather handsome woman, strong, regal looking and with an air of confidence about her that simply shone off her.
But Wisp could also see an air of sadness hanging around her and she got the distinct feeling that it was due to the ESF soldier currently sitting atop of their tower with the rest of her team.
The other face that Wisp instantly recognised due to Fuller's vivid description of him was Tinker Tom, the dude was exactly how she'd pictured him in her mind when Fuller had been describing him.
A tall skinny black guy with the funkiest helmet that she'd ever seen and more electronics hanging off him than she herself had had when she was in the body of a sentry bot.
He was currently hunched over a workbench elbows deep in what appeared to be a weapon of some kind, though to Wisp it looked like a cross between a coilgun and a rocket launcher, which if it didn't explode in the user's face would most likely pack one hell of a punch.
"Tom any progress on that anti-Courser gun?" Desdemona asked lifting her flame red head from her maps to glance over at him.
"Some, I got the alignment right just got to tune the frequency into all of the coils so that the shell goes where we want it to and not either straight down or up," Tom replied lifting up his own head to show off his massively magnified eyes due to all the jewellers lauves he had bolted onto the front of the helmet for close up work.
"Well hurry up with that thing we need to field test it, especially with all the reports we keep getting of increased Institute activity, Something has really fucking stirred them up as of late and I just wish we knew what?" Desdemona said.
"Think it could have something to do with the reports we've been getting about those mysterious vertibirds that we've been seeing in the area?" Glory asked.
Desdemona simply shrugged, "I honestly have no idea, all we do know is those things don't belong to the Brotherhood, at least those guys are obvious when they go somewhere," Desdemona said.
"Think it could be the Enclave?" Tom asked and again Desdemona shrugged.
"Hell for all we know it could be those new guys Mouse warned us about, The Free Peoples of the Wastes, fucking free my ass, from what she said they sound like slavers with a particular taste for synth labour," Desdemona said and Wisp's sparkly heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah been hearing whispers about those guys from a ton of different settlements but something doesn't add up Des, the intel Mouse got has them pegged as slave takers but from what I've been hearing they are the opposite," Glory said sounding confused.
Desdemona simply held her hands out to the sides, "I have no idea what to believe about them, they are like the fucking boogie man, hell they got us beat on the damn tradecraft front we've got no positive sightings on them and nothing to really go on, but at the same time if a report comes in from one of our best agents we have to act accordingly so until I get some proof otherwise we are going to treat them as a threat to us and to synths," she said and Glory nodded as did Tom.
Wisp wondered to herself was this Mouse that Desdemona had mentioned the one that Eight was impersonating or were they merely a patsy he was using to relay the information back to the Railroad HQ?
There was not going to be any clear-cut or easy way to get an answer to that question unless she could find a way of making Eight out himself or finding a way of forcibly outing him which until such an opportunity presented itself she would have to tread or rather float carefully.
Sweeping the environment directly outside of the Vent Wisp traced a path along the ceiling between two old heating pipes that she could use to traverse the room, so slowly and silently flowing out of the gaps in the vent she floated up to the ceiling and slipped through the gap in the copper pipes.
Slowly she inched her way across the room while staying in the shadow of the pipes and using the gaps to move, being a cloud of essentially gas had its real benefits at times, and that's when Wisp noticed something odd in a side room off the main one.
There appeared to be an assaultron in there but it didn't appear to be rigged for combat, it seemed to be doing complex mathematical equations like it was trying to work out the probabilities of something.
"Hey PAM any update on that new op?" Desdemona asked sticking her head into the room causing the faceless machine to turn and look at her.
"I have calculated a 72.2 per cent chance that the Institute will counterattack our agents should we attempt to disrupt their operation," the assaultron said in a very mechanical matter-of-fact voice.
"Fuck, any ideas on how we can reduce that?' Desdemona asked.
"Nuke the fuckers," Glory said sounding quite bitter from the other room.