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Meeting with RC4-x, shortly after capture by a series of what looked like rogue-code, but was actually a part of the Oversystem. Not demons, but rather well-created assassins, meant to remove the team's capabilities with directly interfacing the digital realm.
>The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the faint hum of data transmission. Her neon green lenses glow faintly in the dark as she looks around the cell, taking in the stark reality of her digital prison. The bars are a lattice of binary code, flickering and pulsing with a rhythm that seems almost alive. The floor is a grid of light that pulses slightly under her booted feet, hinting at the vast network beneath her. The walls are a haze of blue and black, swirling with the occasional glimpse of distant data streams.
>A robotic guard, a monolithic figure of chrome and circuits, approaches with a clank and a whir. Its glowing eyes scan her up and down.
>The cell door slams shut with a digital finality. She knows she needs to escape "I can do this. I've hacked tougher systems than this before."
>RC4-x's analytical mind quickly identifies a pattern in the flickering code of the bars. It's a backdoor, a vulnerability left by the creators, a beacon in the sea of digital complexity. She smirks, feeling the thrill of the hunt. With a wave of her hand, the neon green energy sigils dance around the locking mechanism, the code bending and twisting to her will. The bars dissolve before her eyes, the binary structure rearranging itself into a temporary ladder. She scales it with an agility that belies her robotic frame, the green and black tracksuit clinging to her lithe form.
> Upon landing on the other side, her footfalls alert the guard. After a quick exchange, she finds that she cannot possibly hope to defeat this guard in unarmed combat, so she projects a hologram of herself to distract it as she escapes.
>Alarms blare as she makes a mad dash out of the digital prison.