[b]Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah En-Route to Security Room[/b] The route to the security room took the trio of Acheron contractors up a set of stairs. The flight of stairs a fire exit that had been in use before something had cut through whoever had tried to sue it. AT least if the vicious sprays of blood on the walls were any indicators. But like the lobby; the stairs remained empty of any corpses. Just discarded belongings and a blood trail. Eventually, the three entered a hallway on the second floor. Expensive carpet and faux wood stained permanently. The heavy metal door of what had been the security room having been ripped from its doorframe. Laying sadly in the hall. And behind the door, in the middle of the hall, stood three figures. Humanoid; their skin pale and marred by fresh scars hastily stapled shut. Dried blood still on their frames. In the light of the hall one could see that the majority of the scars covered their heads and faces. Their features slack which made the piercing blue glow of their eyes even more pronounced. What probably drew the gaze of the trio however was the figures' limbs. Metal constructions that ended at the pelvis and shoulders for their respective limbs. Crude but functional looking implements that now began to move. Electric blue eyes intensifying in glare for a split second before the most forward figure of the humanoids spoke. Or more like let its jaw hang open entirely and an electronically warbling squelch emanated from it. "Stttand bbbyy for proc- proc....essing." Then they stepped forwrd in shaky unison. [@Dyelli Beybi], [@Theyra],[@PrinceAlexus] ------------ [b]Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah[/b] "So we get their cell phones. What next. Tell them we're mysterious benefactors there to get them out?" Sam hoped she didn't come out as condescending. Truly trying to understand the plan. They still had to go into the facility to find them didn't they? "Contact!!! Loading Bay!!!!" The radio Sam had hastily thrown over her shoulder harness screamed at max volume. The woman wincing as she hurriedly scrambled to turn it down. Off in the distance the suppressed and unsuppressed roar of automatic fire rang from the loading bay. Panicked voices and calm voices intermingling as Daniel's voice tried to direct unfolding chaos. Sam cast a gray eyed gaze at the front door and then back to the good doctor. "Think the gunfire will help?" [@Tesserach], [@PatientBean] ------------ [b] Field Commander Daniel Graves Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah[/b] Graves was creeping through the halls; somewhere in the middle of Lima team when one of the sniper's came over the radio. [quote=@Flarbinia] "Human spotted. I think it's one of the employees." Redeker said over the radio as he watched someone approach the window. The man on the fourth floor was looking outside, trying to get attention from anyone outside. "Dumbass is shoutin' and bangin' on the window. I can't hear him at this distance, but makin' all that noise is ringin' the dinner bell for any monsters that might be on the fourth floor. Don't be surprised if he's dead by the time anyone gets up there." Redecker Krueger said over the radio as he continued watching. [/quote] Grave's light played over a formerly glass enclosed office. A sofa having been thrown through the panel and its occupant dragged out over the waist high glass shards. At least if the trail of gore and broken glass was anything to go by. He toggled the radio for the sniper. "Does it look like one of the primaries?" His boot crunched on debris as the trail led them to another beaten down set of doors. Heavier then the last ones. A bloody handprint smeared on the side that would have led deeper into the facility. "Contact!!! Loading Bay!!!!" The radio squelched in his ear. The accompanying gunfire echoing through the halls. Graves swore under his breath, barely audible as he turned. "Juliet hold here. Lima with me." The commander taking off at a cautious lope in the direction of the loading bay. The purloined team following in trace. --------- The loading bay was much the same as the lobby. Blood trails and devoid of the corpses that had caused them. Kilo team and Stokes spreading out to search the far corners before meeting up at the end of the... "Contact!!! Loading Bay!!!!" The cry came from the right side of the bay. Beside a set of overturned racks. The Acherons shooter's rifle light illuminated a hulking figure. A dull yellow jumpsuit covered a frame that screamed of steroids and endless weight machines. But the face looked blank; a throwback to caveman time. Large forehead, jutting jaw and heavy eyebrows that framed a pair of blazing electric blue eyes. He hefted a body by its belt. A bearded figure limp, neck at an odd angle. The [i]'Press'[/i] badge dangling from a a shirt that was now dried brown. Five more figures, like the ones encountered up stairs, waited patiently in the wake of the jumpsuited figure. Until the rifle light splayed over them too. Then they surged forward. The gunfire started soon after. [@JFK]