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Jeremi
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"Assuming the rest of the group feels the same, I suppose I don't mind working along with all of you. Let's head out of this closet and grab Milton," the man told them, turning to head back toward the exit of the room. The others hadn't voiced an idea for a plan, so the man privately mulled over one in his head until they walked out. Before saying anything else, he approached Milton, garnering a look of mild surprise from the scientist.
"You-- What are you doing her--" Milton began to say, only to be cut off when the other man would hit him over the head to knock him out. The scientist toppled onto the floor, only to quickly be picked up by his acquaintance and tossed over his shoulder. He glanced back at the group afterwards, hoping they wouldn't want much of an explanation.
"There's a chance he could've protested. Not something I want to deal with right now," he said with a grunt, adjusting the man carefully on his shoulder. He let out a small chuckle afterwards. "Knowing Milton, he probably likes this place. Still, he ain't doing my world any good studying the virus of some other world. He's needed back home."
After speaking, the man turned to a set of stairs somewhere in the back of the room. He began walking in that direction, expecting the others would follow him. After walking up the small set of stairs, the group would find a door that brought them into another small, plain room. At the end of the room they would see an elevator. He gestured to it before turning back to the others.
"While poking around the place I found this elevator. I'm thinking it might be our best shot of escaping. Only problem is, we need a card key of some kind to access it. One of you wouldn't happen to have something like that, would you?" he questioned.
"No, but we do." Behind them Android 18 and the rest of the Drug Manufacturing group had arrived after some trekking through the facility. "Who's the new guy?" 18 asked while giving the guy with another guy on his shoulder a look over.