Half the equipment that was left in here – their names and uses – were a mystery to Jackie, but she stuffed what looked important (and even things that didn’t look important) into a few crates she found in the storage closet. Some of the larger machines – something that looked like it monitored brain activity – she pushed over to the door.
Probably shoulda brought along a partner for this, Jackie mused to herself. As it stood, she’d probably have to make multiple trips to get everything to the truck and loaded up. Ellie and Miah, fellow nighthawks, might’ve been willing to help. Jackie liked doing this kind of thing on her own, though. Exploring, collecting. Tasks like these, where the only danger was that of tedium, were more fun solo.
The filing cabinet was filled with various colored folders, all of which contained documents and various notes and research. It looked untouched. If anybody had taken anything from it, Jackie couldn’t tell. She was in the midst of trying to decide whether to pick and choose a few of the more important folders, or say fuck it and take the whole damn filing cabinet, when she heard the voice.
A man’s voice. French accent. There was only one known French family living in the compound, apart from Jackie, who was only French descended. Even knowing that it was the leader of Sing Sing who’d found her didn’t put Jackie off her search.
"Noctambules personne, mais nous,” came her reply, as she pushed the top drawer on the filing cabinet closed and turned the key so that it locked. Yep. Taking the filing cabinet would a hell of a lot easier than trying to decide which files were most important.
Switching back to English, she added, “Didn’t think the boss wandered this late at night. Not when he’s got that hot blonde to keep him company. What brings you down here, of all places?”