Men in the Mirrors Part 2

The room's high cieling was lit only slightly with square, inlaid lights. around him there was the constant thrumming of fans. The air vents had frost around the sides, bringing in air from the surface noted Stuart. While the lights above gave the room a strange serenity, the lights around him had a strange freneticness as they blinked on and off constantly and rapidly.

Presently, House stopped in front of one of the cupboard sized boxes, and said "This is the central server. All the information and all of the databases of the base are stored in here".

Stuart looked around, nonplussed. "So what are all of these for?"

"Processing." Replied house "It's all well and good having all the information stored in one place, but connecting all of the US military staff to it at once would have proven quite a task."

Stuart wordlessly rooted around in his computing bag for the right plug and connected it to the hulking black box infront of him, and fed the other end into his datapad.

"Tell me something." He said disarmingly.

"What?"

"How is it that you came to know my name prior to a formal introduction?"

Presently two men dressed in black suits and white shrits stepped forwards from the shadows, and pointed guns at house.

Upstairs, Josh stood bathed in the white light. To his bemusement, it was warm, in spite of his distance from it's source, and the temperature of the rest of the room. He rotated slowly looking at each of the mirrors in turn, seeing only his reflection in the jet black backrounds. The seven lifeless bodies in the tubes watched on with unseing eyes.

"Jenna" he called to the relative darkness of the room. "Do we have anything?"

Her voice echoed back on the tannoy "hang on..."

Josh jerked slightly as the floor beneath him sank. The little  raised platform on which he had been standing was now level with the floor, and he found his vision obscured by the light. He then felt very peculiar feeling like his mind had expanded, and his thoughts had more room to move in.

Presently, he regained his vision as the light dimmed again. He wanted to laugh at the near comical sight that now greeted him.

In the control room, Dominic simply said "one was bad enough".