[h2]Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B[/h2]

Black Rock Shooter tilted her head in confusion when the hat blinked at her. Few hats had ever done that as far as she knew. It was not a very hat-like thing to do. However, it seemed as if there was little time to dwell on the strange hat, as new figures had arrived. Two men, it seemed. The one in black armor threatened them with death, something that immediately made Black Rock Shooter raise Rock Cannon and train it on them without a second thought. A single aggressive move would have her fire. However, a third man appeared, apologizing for the behavior of the other two and seeming to be much more amiable. For a few moments, Black Rock Shooter wondered if it was indeed the truth...

... But Suwako's words made her wonder just why, if the coffin and the girl inside of it were so important, she had been left here in the desert for so long. Had she not been here, she would not have had even the slightest thought on this scenario. But as much as the otherself desired to recover Dead Master above all else, she would not be able to leave and ignore this. "If this is true, you left her. Why?"

The girl herself seemed rather shocked and unsure of what to do. She looked up at the newcomers, then back at those who had taken her out of the coffin. "... I... have a family...?"

Her words were almost doubtful. "I don't remember... there was... I think there was a woman in a labcoat... was she my mom? I don't think she was..."

Now she was talking mostly to herself, as if trying to work things out.

[h2]UMMA Strike Team Section 4678934-Alpha, Siberia[/h2]

The hole closed. There. They'd have to reopen it when they exited, but this meant that nothing from this dimension could find its way in. The armored woman turned to face her squad once more. "Reynolds?"

The hulking man raised his massive flamethrower up. Well, at least he was enthusiastic. He was always enthusiastic when it came to... any place with zombies. He seemed a little bit too excited about the prospect of lighting them on fire. "I get to send those monsters back to hell, right?!"

He also had a tendency to, for reasons beyond the woman's comprehension, attempt to sound as much like some kind of action movie star as possible. Well, at least he was effective, that was hard to deny. "If we see any. Do [i]not[/i] use your flamethrower unless you're certain. We've been over this already, but we're here to at least try and arrest our targets, not burn them alive. Your flamethrower is strictly for the disposal of the undead or the mutations we may find here."

The huge man sighed. He was far too attached to that thing, but he moved it to his back and pulled out a rifle. "Yes, captain."

"Johnson," she turned to face another man, armored similarly to herself, with dark skin. "You and Sato bring up the rear."

He nodded, and Sato, a Japanese woman also clad in the same armor, grinned and gave her the thumbs up as they moved to the back. The formation as simple, and fitting for the number of people on their team. Her and Reynolds in front, Johnson and Sato behind. Bringing her shotgun up, she carefully moved down the hall with her team. She didn't need her suit's Superior Motion systems as of yet, so for the moment it was slow and steady.