Pas de feu à vérifier, Madame, Cecil est apparu à l'aise sur le vol, mais son esprit courait à l'intérieur. Waller était tellement paranoïaque qu'elle l'avait pratiquement paralysé pour cette mission. Elle avait apparemment une idée fantastique de ses capacités, mais sans aucune information il était aussi utile qu'un mécanicien de garage. C'était peut-être une exagération, mais il était quand même ennuyé. Il a regardé Dazzle pendant qu'ils étaient dans les limites du véhicule, mais a rejeté l'idée d'essayer de la pirater presque immédiatement. C'était comme les nanites, il aurait simplement besoin de trop d'études ininterrompues et de bricoler pour faire quoi que ce soit à ce sujet.
Il a marché derrière tout le monde sur leur chemin à travers l'installation, et quand un androïde agressif les a accostés, il a soutenu l'escalier quelques pas.
Tout le monde se couvre!Daz a crié.
Cecil répondit: «Oh! bien devant toi!»
Bon, canon laser. C'était un robot, de l'électronique militaire, il était sûr.
Pourrait-il le désactiver?
Qu'est-ce qui lui était offert : dans l'escalier? Rien. Dans le reste de l'établissement? Il n'avait aucun moyen de le savoir, grâce à Waller. Il devrait prendre les bases. Qu'est-ce qu'il allait trouver?
Par ordre de probabilité
Salle de repos...
réfrigérateur
Micro-ondes
plomberie
grille-pain/four à grille-pain
four
haut de poêle, au gaz ou électrique
Des labos ou des bureaux...
ordinateurs
meubles (bois, métal? Verre?)
Calculateur
Trousse de premiers secours
Salle de bain...
plus de plomberie
miroirs
Toilettes automatiques, ou poignées de traction?
Et tout ce qu'il a trouvé d'autre.
Pourrait-il le désactiver?
75% de probabilité. Bonne chance.
Il en avait besoin? Les efforts de Dazzle ont fait croire que les armes standard ne fonctionneraient pas terriblement bien. Ne sachant pas ce que tout le monde pouvait faire, Cecil a dû supposer qu'il devait agir.
"Hé," a-t-il crié à l'escalier, "J'ai peut-être un plan, mais j'ai besoin de quelque chose. Si je m'enfuyais pour l'avoir, ne peux-tu pas me faire sauter?"
Name: Cecil Monroe
Alias: None, though his squadmates may adopt one.
Age: 25
Powers and Skills: Super Genius(specializing in physics and mechanical engineering)
Weaknesses: Normal human. Though he's a brilliant inventor and can build improvised high tech from everyday appliances, he's not a genius in many other areas. He's not a great strategist, for one glaring example, and is often caught because he failed to cover his bases in planning.
Personality: Excitable and talkative, most people don't expect the “evil genius” to be as easy to get along with as he is. He might have done well in academia or engineering, but he is nihilistic and impulsive, and has been using his genius for grand attempts at personal gain since he was barely a teenager.
One thing that can be said for him is that none of his schemes has(intentionally) threatened human life. He is surprisingly compassionate and socially conscious, and has gone to court against the state for the rights of his fellow inmates on more than one occasion.
Appearance: A thin framed young man, of thick and wavy dark hair and black eyes. He has a tired look about his eyes, and is usually artfully disheveled.
He dresses fashionably, be it name brand street clothes, or a two thousand dollar top coat.



Biggest Claim to Fame: Held a military satellite hostage from his mother’s basement at thirteen years old.
How Long Have You Been in Prison: On and off for twelve years. His current uninterrupted stint has been two years.
Brief History: Cecil first came to the world’s attention in what would become his accustomed grand style at the age of thirteen, calling himself a “boy genius.” He launched a rocket from his backyard that intercepted and attached itself to a military satellite. Once attached, Cecil contacted the pentagon and threatened to detonate it if he wasn't paid.
They traced his call and arrested him.
He likely would have been tried as an adult for treason or terrorism, but DARPA saw value in someone who could assault an orbiting installation with a rocket made of garbage and tried to employ him. Cecil went along with this, until he managed to slip his handlers and make off with two hundred thousand in embezzled funds. The FBI caught up with him six months later, but the money was never recovered.
He was never given a second chance, and yet has spent more than half of the time since his second arrest a free man. He simply keeps escaping. The list of privileges he is allowed in prison has dwindled until the only things he can have in his solitary holding cell are books, which he had to sue the state to allow.