Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
"Erik," He loved the way she said his name, or even that she said it at all, "ya'll got a better grip on th' technical side o' this. How many o' them 'conversion surgeries' could ye fit into the Pay-ree cattycombs?"
It only took some quick math in his head; he knew how big the catacombs were and he remembered that the room they were in was maybe 50x50, and not all of that would be needed possibly. He made an adjustment of a few feet either way, just in case, and went pale. Erik put his hand over his mouth, feeling bile rise in his throat as he had the first time he'd pried away the faceplate of one of the Machine-Men.
"What?" Kieran demanded. "What is it? How many?"
Erik slowly lowered his hand from his mouth, eyes still wide. "A conservative estimate would be 650. That's the very lowest number we're dealing with. And each one could turn out...I don't know, ten in an hour?"
"Merde..." Madame LaMonte breathed.
Even Kieran looked rather shocked and daunted. "They'd be swarming the place, maybe even outnumber the population, in a matter of hours."
It only took some quick math in his head; he knew how big the catacombs were and he remembered that the room they were in was maybe 50x50, and not all of that would be needed possibly. He made an adjustment of a few feet either way, just in case, and went pale. Erik put his hand over his mouth, feeling bile rise in his throat as he had the first time he'd pried away the faceplate of one of the Machine-Men.
"What?" Kieran demanded. "What is it? How many?"
Erik slowly lowered his hand from his mouth, eyes still wide. "A conservative estimate would be 650. That's the very lowest number we're dealing with. And each one could turn out...I don't know, ten in an hour?"
"Merde..." Madame LaMonte breathed.
Even Kieran looked rather shocked and daunted. "They'd be swarming the place, maybe even outnumber the population, in a matter of hours."