Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190128200100

"Understood, sir. Just remember, the vehicle pool is located on the bottom floor. The higher we climb, the less likely we'll be able to get it if things go south," Arthur whispered as he accompanied the doctor.

Not that I'll let things get that out of hand, he thought as he watched his employer get whisked away. Despite not coming across as the combative type, the man had proven to be far more violent then Arthur had anticipated during the acquisition of the truck and their disguises. It had taken a lot of effort to convince the doctor to leave the vanquished guard and his medical associate out in the cold, rather than simply execute them on the spot as Alexander had intended. Arthur wasn't a murdered, after all - and he had no intention of becoming one. If the elements claimed their lives, then that was simply what fate intended.

Now that they had sucessfully infiltrated the asylum, there was no longer any reason for the two to stick together. On the contrary - splitting up would be safer for both of them in the event of one being caught. That, and it would make them stand out otherwise. For that reason, as Alexander was led away by a fellow doctor, Arthur quickly turned and headed in the other direction.

The little information they had uncovered about the facility had revealed its general structure. The ground floor, from what they could tell, was primarily used as the initial holding cells and treatment center for the asylum's more...broken...occupants. The rumoured methods employed here had sent shivers down Arthur's spine when he had first heard them. Electroshock therapy...experimental chemicals...anything carrying even the slightest possible chance of successfully 'treating' their patients was supposedly being utilised. Why it had not been investigated by the authorities, Arthur wasn't sure. Perhaps word had not yet reached the council's ears, but in the back of his mind Arthur felt he knew the answer.

Simply put, criminals sent here could safely be forgotten about.

The first to fourth floors were the reason for that. The cell blocks. Rows upon rows of cages of solid steel, each perpetually kept at frozen temperatures for their occupants to languish in. Arthur knew the logic behind it - the cold continuously sapped the Aura of the inmates, preventing them from ever regaining enough strength to escape. Those with particularly troublesome Semblances were given solitary confinement in cells even colder and darker than those before. Cruel - incredibly so - but effective.

The fifth floor was nothing more than living quarters for those that worked within the facility. It was the floor above that Arthur needed to get to. All he knew was that his target was there - the person whose expertise his employer required. At the moment, though, Arthur didn't have the clearance to get to the solitary cells, let alone the top floor.

First, though, he needed to confirm something. With a brisk pace and a bowed head, Arthur made his way towards the nearest elevator.