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[C1: Audio File ID-212101
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The Audio starts with sounds of several people walking down some sort of hard floor. some sound like wearing hazmat suits while others sound like they’re holding weapons and tactical gear.
This continues for a minute until they suddenly stop.
"This is the one." Someone said, sounding like they are speaking though a military radio.
"I’d already know" Another one said, this time like someone speaking though a simple gas-mask and sounding tired.
A card reader can be heard beeping twice before a loud hiss and mechanical sounds appear, it's like a big armored door being forced opened.
What sounds like children yelping can be heard But it very difficult to hear from the mechanical noise.
The sounds stop after another two beeps.
"Alright, I'd want all of you to guard the entrance and wait for my instructions." The radio one said, with movement being heard afterward.
The sound of walking on hard floor turn into a more soft and quieter texture, like walking in a padded room.
Ambient radio-talk, military jargon and occasional gun clinking can be heard in the background as the probably hazmat wearing person recording the audio let out a low sigh
“Alright. Uhhh… Infected-2012-A?"
Bed shuffling and small children-like giggles erupted in the padded room silent.
"Yes?…" It’s sounded like an little girl speaking, maybe 12 years old but… something wrong under that voice.
"Infected-2012-A. You are expected to come with us to Test Chamber A-032, by personal order of Doctor Panvom, said order approved by the Director."
If you refuse to cooperate with U.R.P.C. Authority, you will be punished promptly and properly. Do you understand?" The hazmat person sounding tired and with no energy.
The girl giggled again, this time louder before stopping and saying "again? This soon? Oh! Doctor Panvom must like me or something" she said with a excited, almost psychotic tone.
"Mabel"
A new voice appears, this one sounding like a 12 year old boy.
"Can you please just do whatever they want you to do and not… I’d don’t know? Not murder anyone this time."
"Sorry Dipper. It’s just that sometimes that I'd get bored and when I get bored this weird nagging feeling appears at the back my mind, and when that happens these tiny voic-voices start popping up and when they start popping up they’re saying sweet nothings an-and I don’t like it! And on-only way to get rid of them is to-"
"Infected-2012-A!" The radio one said
There’s nothing but silence for a few seconds.
"Right… I’m ranting again, that usually Dipper job."
Another few seconds of silence.
"Just… put those fancy high-tech handcuffs on me and let get going shall we?"
Someone was walking on the padded room floor until there was sounds of metal clicking and beeping.
"Stalker-2. this is Citadel, send your traffic over."
"Citadel, this is Stalker-2. Prepping Infected-2012-A for transport by personal order of Doctor Panvom and will be moving shortly, over."
"Copy that Stalker-2. Proceed as planned"
"Alright Dipper, I’m going to yet another wacky experiment! I’ll be back soon so don’t get too attached to that conspiracy corner over there." The almost too excited little girl said as sounds of her handcuffed hands click abound
The boy only let out an sigh.
"Alright, let go." The gas-mask one said as several footsteps turned back into hard floor.
The Audio cut's off there.
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