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[h1] [color=aba000]Martin Kirkman[/color] [/h1]
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Whilst the wolfhound considered what to do next he noticed a change in atmosphere. The Symphony had changed. NEST security had ran dry and were beating heels to get away from the surge of freaks charging their now nonexistent position. NEST just had not been ready for this. Seems the problem with having a massive tower, troops and near unlimited authority resulted in hubris. Who knew.

He followed the stream of unwashed scum up the stairs ignoring the trio of NEST security personnel that were losing a hand to hand with the mass and pressed on into the heart of the building. The fighting seemed strong on one side of the building whilst the other had fallen relatively quiet, at least on the adjacent levels.

Casting his eyes around the Wolfhound sighed to see bureaucracy raise it’s ugly head to get men killed again. Signposting from the ceiling helpfully pointed staff and visitors to various notable locations on the level. Locations such as the armoury. Looks like a short detour would be in order, Khan could wait a few minutes.

Two corridors later and a pile of bodies could be seen around the entrance to the armoury. Mostly Fiends though a couple NEST guard could be seen, brass littered the floor. Stepping inside he guessed this was a minor armoury mainly for the floor guards. Looks like the Fiends got inside when the quartermaster tried to step out to help the guards fighting in the corridor. Bad luck for him. They had him tied up with some sort of steel cable, looks like he’s spilled four or five pints of the claret from their attentions. Not going to make it.

He stepped into the inner cage slamming a Fiend’s head into the door frame to get him out the way, much to the amusement of the other Fiends. Let’s see em laugh after this. Activating his sight he found the place mostly containing riot control gear with most the rifles and according ammo gone. Not hard to figure out where they went. Plenty of pistols left and a few shotguns. There was also a gun crate at the back with four Milkor MGLs and 40mm grenades. These would have made any force approaching the building think twice but if the foe was already inside they’d have been next to useless. 

Pushing to the back and opening the crate he liberated one of the weapons and a pair of bandoliers to cheers from the other fiends who rushed forward to claim their prizes. As he was about to slide the weapon onto his back a light bulb went off in his head. Crossing back to the anti-riot gear he slid six tear gas grenades into the chambers. He’d had an idea. No way of knowing if it would work but hell to it, may as well try. 

That done and with the Fiends full occupied fighting over the high grade munitions the Wolfhound knelt next to the dying quartermaster who looked up with muted anger in his eyes. He was middle age at best, salt and pepper hair with more salt than not. An old junkyard dog tough as nails, they didn’t make’em like this no more. Martin undid the wire around his wrists to suspicious eyes. The Wolfhound pulled a package from his waist and pushed it into the man’s shivering hands. Standing the Wolfhound turned and left the room. He picked up speed and made time away from the armoury.

The explosion shook the building. He knew it didn’t have even near the force to bring the structure down but the way some of the Fiends reacted,  they sure didn’t. The sound of munitions cooking off filled the halls and a wave of tear gas blew out into this level going as far as spilling down into the lobby. Grinning he figured this would give him a bit of room to advance up the tower without the freaks dogging his every step. It would give the NEST forces a minute or two to “breathe” as well.   

Forcing coughing freaks out of his way the Wolfhound pushed further into the building. The scent of his prey was growing stronger.