"Alright, where are the manufacturing records?"
Su Ming turned and headed for the door. Carol stood there with a look as if she had seen a ghost.
"How did you fit all that stuff into such a tiny bag?"
"Don't sweat the details. Just think of it as a magic trick." Su Ming waved a hand in front of her face, signaling for her to snap out of it. "Now take the process data for making the crystals too, then we can get out of here."
Carol glanced down the corridor behind them. The black shadows seemed like monsters, swallowing the light.
"Wait, there's still a monster loose inside the base!"
"So what? What does that monster have to do with us?" Su Ming sounded even more baffled than she did, spreading his hands. "Of course I remember that an experiment escaped in this base, but we weren't the ones who let it out."
Carol shook her head, her expression full of disapproval. "No matter what escaped, it's a threat to the United States. We should deal with it."
A sharp inhale came from behind Deathstroke's mask. His single red eye stared fixedly at Carol until she lowered her head. Then Deathstroke's hoarse, voice-modulated words reached her.
"How much did you make a month before?"
"Huh? Why are you asking that?" Carol scratched her head. She did not understand, but she still thought back and answered, "Since I had two jobs and some allowances, probably around two thousand dollars a week?"
"So less than a hundred thousand a year." Su Ming turned to inspect the computers in several nearby rooms, having Strangle supply them with power. Once they started up, he checked the files on their hard drives. "This base is worth roughly two billion dollars, while the people in