"As for communication, can we cut it off unilaterally?"
The girl in Frost Moon's earpiece spoke again, asking, "Cut off the incoming calls from outside, and just say that there's a drill happening throughout the area."
"As for internal outbound calls, don't cut them off. Intercept them, then use a voice changer to disguise the reply."
"Your job is to help me buy time, stall anyone unrelated to... but who wants to get involved in this. The longer, the better."
"Can you do it?"
"Of course!"
Frost Moon nodded heavily, then cracked his fingers, and said blankly, "This is my specialty... trust me with it."
With that, he carried the computer, skillfully crawled into the ventilation duct beside him, and quickly made his way to the monitoring room on the sixth underground level.
