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[b][center]Wash Room, New Anchorage CC
[color=gray][[ Around 0200 Hours ]][/color][/center][/b]
A cloud of light smoke filled the air, dancing like a heavy mist on a haunted lake. It's stream slowly rising higher and higher in order to follow the air currents that lead up into the steel, meat-grinder of a fan; a fan that hummed with a gentle chopping sound as it diced the very air it was sucking away.

A deep breath was heard with a stern exhale as Tahlia took another drag of her synthetic cigarette. She had been running low on her supply of [i]Longbeach[/i] originals and was keen to save the last few for [i]that[/i] special occasion. She needed to restock at some point but finding a distributor that would import her selection was quite the challenge. Until then she had to rely on the more common and readily available artificial kind; it just lacked something to her particular liking. Taste? Warmth? Flavour? She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Tahlia had felt another restless night where she woke up in a cold, sweaty shiver. She had left the barracks to venture off to the wash room and pat down her face. She needed to reset her mind and allow it to relax once more. It would have been a lot easier with alcohol, but thanks to Graham's Test recently she hadn't been drinking as often. The metho dulled the senses and woke up emotions that were eroding away over time. In an odd sense she felt more alive with the poison than she did normally.

Alive....

The faint rumble of steel framing echoed throughout the room as the sound of an explosion resonated through the walls. The vibrations alone were enough to rattle the dust of the now flickering lights above, sending a layer of dirty snow down on the female below. Tahlia reactively tilted her head and watched herself in the mirror as she disappeared into darkness, her body leaning up against the vanity unit. Light had disappeared from her sights and the humming whirs of electronics slowly faded into nothingness. She gave a light sniffle and pulled up her datatool one last time only to see the usual empty inbox that was framed with a glowing back-light.

[color=8f735b]"Fuck-it..."[/color] she cursed looking at the time; it was impromptu. There was nothing that should have been planned for this late hour, not even a test or drill. It only left one scenario... A raid.

[color=8f735b]"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"[/color] the slander rolled out of her mouth as she grabbed the emergency override to the door, twisting it and activating the manual release. This however wasn't what was quite on her mind as she was more concerned about how she had become too complacent and stopped equipping her pistol, a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/56/8b/f1/568bf1070084470f107122b7e9312658.jpg]L6 Star-Shooter[/url].

The small, personal, laser gun was back next to her bed, buried within her personal lock-box. The chances of her making it back to the bunks unharmed was slim and thus another plan needed to be formulated. As Tahlia's head popped out of the bathrooms she could hear the gunshots from down the hall and the faint screams of dying personnel, a sound that reinforced the dangers of short-sighted thinking. She turned back into the wash room, remembering what was around that she could use as some makeshift style of weapon. Anything temporary was better than facing a loaded barrel with nothing but fists.

Toilet, wash basin, glass mirror, shower rose...

The shower rose was a solid piece of steel pipe that extended out from the wall and curved to face the floor below. It's large circular head and dirty chrome housing reflected the light of Tahlia's datatool making it barely visible through the darkness. She grabbed it, using her might and twisted her body to apply extra force. A faint crack was heard as the rust released it's firm hold, leaving only squeaks and screams as the inanimate object's threaded limb was abruptly being removed.

Tahlia felt the weight of the metal in her hands. It wasn't a lot and surely wasn't going to kill anyone, but it was something. She returned back to the entrance door and listened out, noting that the footsteps and screams were moving more away from her location rather than towards it; a logical move seeing as the majority of people would be in the sleeping quarters and not the wash rooms. All she had to do now was move, move in a way that would not lead to her own death.