Queen and General [Cas/NPC]

With a simple nod, Denryu granted Cassandra permission - and as the room was found satisfactory, the general returned a nod. "Emma will register your Digivice with our locks - though you won't have clearance for everything, of course." Just as Cassandra was weighing her risks, both Denryu and Emma took care to make sure they weren't simply handing everything over at once.

The remark on temperature - and the subsequent remark of Meicoomon's chip - made the General think for a moment. Would temperature really be that much of a problem? "Well, come take a look." Approaching a locked door, and taking the necessary steps to open it, Denryu showed Cassandra the location of the 'red' chip: plugged into its own console, held in a lead case and isolated from the remaining systems. As it was a server room, the sound of several fans oscillated loudly within.

Emma explained: "That's Hunter, right now. In there, the effects of her data are subdued - and should the program fail in any regard, its not as if its in a position to infect the rest of our systems. Though I guess I could install an alarm if the temperature exceeds a certain range..."

"They can, but as it is, she can't." To Cassandra's very reasonable question, Denryu gave a rather confident answer - but of course, it was up to Emma to explain.

"Mm... to spare you too much in technical terms, the program in that server is putting the Meicoomon in a suspended state. You can think of it like a 'stasis' or a 'frozen computer program', if that helps." Emma was giving the server a heavy gloss-over, but it boiled down simply enough. "Its something we've tried with other chips, and the break-out rate is still sitting at zero. Granted, we don't entirely know the rules of the D-Reaper."

"But even if she does break out, its not a total loss." Once more, Denryu held up his Xros Loader: "I've already added Hunter as one of my 'main' partners - because of that, her base power is restricted to around rookie level. In even the worst case, she'll be relatively easy to eliminate - at least compared to her appearance in the Dark Area."

With that explained, Emma would once more close that door, setting a mental note to at least add a temperature gauge to the server. That aside? "That should be about it as far as our agreement? It should go without saying you don't need to ask why we are seeking Hunter as a problem, nor our day-to-day activities as it is."

Just a logical degree of separation - though even mentioning it made it clear things were happening under the level.

"Trust me, I have better things to be doing than stepping on your toes." Denryu gave a shrug to accent that flat tone - at the very least, he seemed agreeable to Dr. Cross' terms.

As for the technical aspect? As could be expected, it was Emma who took a closer look at Cassandra's sketch, while she explained her method for treating Hunter. "That's certainly a possibility, but Hunter could just as easily think of you as a target with more D-Reaper data to utilize. Meicoomon, in particular, might not be as 'controlled' by the virus as you theorize." Still, the set-up itself looked impressive, even if only the Spirit Wielder understood the movie reference!

"I'm familiar with what liquid nitrogen can do, but at that point, that sounds like another expense, doesn't it?" Emma was quick to question, beginning to wonder just how much caution Cassandra was willing to pour into this.

The general looked as if he was about to add something - but with a beep, his hand was soon drawn to his ear. "Hm? Fine, fine." He sighed, simply giving a nod to the doctor. "Emma, handle her and give her the coordinates for the island. Doctor, of course, don't be passing this around to anyone else. If its not someone we recognize that arrives here, well, let's just say we're not going to be asking too many questions."

"Hm... I guess I'll have to trust you on that much. Computer tech's more my thing." Carbon Dioxide, Liquid Nitrogen, instantaneous coolant release? Emma's specialty lied more in the technical aspect of things, and as such, she simply wasn't going to question the doctor's methodology in this regard. "Still, it sounds like we're going to have to segment off part of the basement for this so we don't mess with the tech - I'll see to it that we handle that much."

As for exchanging contact information, Emma was on that as well: "Naturally. We need to confirm an account to wire these funds to as it is - naturally spoofed as something that looks at least half legitimate." The General merely shot a glance over his shoulder, nodding at both Cassandra and Emma as a signal for them to 'take care of it'. At that, with a half-wave, Denryu was already on his way up-and-out, Emma writing their contact information down for Cassandra's reference.

"Be ready for these numbers to change quite a bit - we'll keep you in the loop when it does, but try to stay on top of it so we don't have to do too many corrections. As for Denryu?" She sighed: "Expect a lot of this. D's capable for everything he does, but I often think he runs himself just a bit thin."

"Yeah, trust me, this isn't our first rodeo sending money around like this." Taking the detail as Cassandra provided it, and briefly looking over the account, Emma gave a nod. Slipping the paper into her pocket, she blinked, and returned a rare chuckle at Cassandra and Dagger's banter.

"Gotta say, it would be nice for D if he could have someone like that Zubamon around to chide him. Even as his sister, I can't get him to slow down." That tone sounded a bit nostalgic, if but for a moment, but Emma was soon back to her practiced visage. Right, the group had done what they had asked, and until Cassandra had the equipment - and thus, the funds - it didn't seem like there was much left to do on this side. Besides, Cassandra likely had to figure some of this out herself.

"For now, I guess I should be opening you a portal - we can get you to any major city in the Digital World, or to Shibuya, or Tokyo. Any preference? If not, the default's to Terminus."

Well, Emma wasn't exactly a social butterfly, was she?