Security footage; Armstrong Labs;
Camera A (LOBBY); 48SEPT02
A lone figure walks up to the main entrance.
Description: tall, dark peacoat slung over shoulders—other distinguishing clothing items unseen. Hair held back at ears with a clip, otherwise worn loose. Facial recognition data suggests mostly likely candidate is FELICIA XIA.
Xia approaches the intercom.
XIA: Hello?
ARMSTRONG: Welcome, visitor. How may I help you today?
XIA: I’d like to speak to Dr Lichfield, please.
ARMSTRONG: Do you have an appointment at this time?
XIA: Listen, am I talking to a real person here?
ARMSTRONG: We do not understand your question.
XIA: Get me to a real person and I’ll explain. What’s the protocol? Hello?
ARMSTRONG: Please hold.
[NOTE: This file was redirected to upper clearance security in order to assess risk. The remaining transcript file was overwritten and entered manually]
CLAIRE CHOI: Hello?
XIA: Hi. Are you a real person?
CHOI: I am, yes. What brings you to ALG today, Miss Xia.
XIA: That’s creepy as shit.
CHOI: Please note, you’ve been on record since approaching the facilities.
XIA: Obviously.
CHOI: I’ve been told you want to speak to Dr Lichfield, Miss Xia.
XIA: I have something she wants.
Xia taps a finger on the intercom.
XIA: I’m sure you have cameras out here.
CHOI: The potted plants are fake.
Xia bends down close to Camera B and raises one eyebrow. Underneath her coat, she is carrying a cloth bag, inside of which something white peeks out.
CHOI: Are you here to make a donation, Miss Xia?
Xia rolls her eyes. Crouching down, she cups the lens of the camera with one hand, then pulls the top of her bag down. No footage from any other camera captures what she is carrying; Camera B records a glimpse of the material inside. Made of white fabric of some sort, stained with unknown chemicals and fluids. Xia rustles around inside her bag, adjusting the material, until she pulls out a square breast pocket, on which are embroidered two words in dark blue stitching: ELSINORE LABS.
XIA: Do you know what this is?
CHOI: I’m Dr Lichfield’s personal assistant.
XIA: Surely, you’ve heard the news by now.
CHOI: Of course.
XIA: I took this off Hayden.
CHOI: And you’re here to…
XIA: He forgot something inside it, that night. I think Dr Lichfield has a vested interest in obtaining it.
CHOI: And you’re here to give it to her?
XIA: Before you think about taking it off my hands and taking the credit, I do have some requests.
CHOI: Of course.
XIA: Let me see her. Tell her I want a job. And that I pass on my condolences.
CHOI: One moment.
Xia steps back, pulling her bag back to her chest. She slips her hands in her pockets. Nothing of the coat can be seen anymore, from any angle.
The intercom beeps.
CHOI: Alright, Miss Xia. She says to come right this way.
XIA: Thank you.
CHOI: I’ll buzz you in.
Felicia Xia smiles to herself. The main entrance unlocks and she enters.