“Got spares, if anyone's hungry. Nervous is one thing, but hungry too. No.”

Stokes replied with a chuckle and reached an arm back over his shoulder, palm up waiting expectantly for Grande to place a snack bar into it. He stowed the treat into an empty pocket, "Thanks bud."

His helmet visor was flipped up and he cast a shifty glance over at Samantha's SMG. He knew better than to trust the woman's trigger discipline. Hopefully she would stay back near the heli.

The flight was uneventful but he kept concetrated on getting them to the AO safely. He made sure not to land too close to the first heli, but there wasn't much he could do about the sandy rotorwash that bathed Kilo team in dust. At least they all had gas masks on.

He turned the rotor off and flipped his visor down. He took one glance at the main entrance and while the others disembarked he withdrew the stowed breaching hammer and placed it pre-emptively in Grande's hands. When Graves called them up he patted the Giant on the shoulder and muttered to him "I'll get the loading bay."

While Enzo got busy with that, he quickly rifled through a storage container and found himself a satchel charge. He scuttle hastily on his own around the side of the building, staying well away from the mirror wall. He had his PDW was clutched to his chest and the satchel charge swung to one side. He waved his left hand at Juliet team as he approached, wordlessly placing the satchel charge near their SL's feet as he examined the Loading bay door. "One of you can breach it." He eyed the satchel charge suspiciously behind his visor.

The Tech who lifts.

“Be careful old man, I don't wanna break in a newbie.” Enzo said, part humour and part genuinely, it was a dangerous job and real risks. Being careless in damage control open ended up being dead. He took the offered hammer, the man knew his strengths, Stokes was good at some things, physically breathing things by sheer force belonged to Enzo. The building looked like it spawned during a video game generation, it was entirely alien to its environment. The main door looked to be buckled so blasting would be needed, no neat little cutting work with a cut off blade. “Frak, looks like a rhino trying to exit..” He said to himself and nodded, picking up his helmet radio message. “Copy, maybe 5 mins if you want to minimise secondary damage and effects. Mechanism is unlikely to work.”

He approached the damaged door and gave it a few solid wacks with the hammer stokes gave him to test how it was, and mangled up good and solid. “Definitely 5 mins. Doors mechanism fubar boss.” He gave a longer timeline than he thought he needed but Enzo knew that life could throw a stupid surprise your way.

Polite work took time as he rigged up a mix of cutting charges, straight up explosives and some other items and rigged them to a few fuses he set to go in a precise order. Gravws wanted a clean job and he hoped to show his new boss, he made a decent impression.

It was 3 and a half minutes later he stepped back and jogged back with works trailing and deftly wired it into a control box, flipped the lid and went onto the radio. “Fire in the hole. 5.4.3.2.1… Breach.“ He gave Graves a look that said he might enjoy this part a little too much but pressed both buttons and multiple muffled booms, thuds and crashing metal sending heavy doors and mangled frames crashing to the ground blowing up a lot of dust as everything settled and a sign fell off the front from the shock damaged by the prior actions before they landed.

He had confined most of the damage to the door area, the disabled parking had taken some damage, one was an insurance job, the security checkpoint inside was scrap metal, but explosives were not exactly something that behaved the same every time. As the dust cleared the dark yawning hole that was the entry point was revealed to the team.

Not perfect. But also you could not control everything exactly. Enzo thought. The Doors had been pretty well secured and reinforced, nothing was on fire at least and nothing had collapsed or sent secondary effects beyond a localised part of the creepy building.

They had an entry however.

The building was still creepy…

Oddly the office pot plant was at serenely unharmed on the side table. Life was stranger than fiction.

"Roger that sir," Kedem replied and started making his way to where Juliet was gathering up as soon as the alarm rang out. A promotion, that is something if he does well this job. But, he chose not to think about it for now and focus on the task at hand. He cannot be team lead for a squad if he does poorly or worse.

Kedem was silent during the helicopter ride to the research facility. Focusing on the job and the flight was uneventful.

So when they arrived at the facility, Kedem remembered his training and followed Avery and the rest of Juliet. Quickly noticing the damaged doors. Showing that whatever had happened at the place, the thing that caused the lockdown was still inside. A good thing, but now they have to deal with it and stop it from escaping. It kinda reminded him of a job he did once back in Israel. A simple job and it went well. Granted, the company's security at that facility that hired them managed to soften up the target a bit before they were sent in. Maybe it will be the same here, but Kedem is not planning on that.

When it became time to breach, Kedem was bunched up at the door with his team and waited for the signal to move in. His first job, and now it is time to focus and lock in. Kedem was not nervous but as ready as he can be. Hoping that this is not a bad first job, but given the nature of his line of work. That is something he cannot guarantee, and so here goes nothing.

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Imogen did not need Dr. Mansour to tell her how to do her job. The fact Dr. Mansour felt it necessary to interject herself in her role made the vein in Imogen's temple pulse ever so slightly. However, Imogen was great at her job and that often meant she had to play nicely with others, especially those who did not deserve her kindness or patience. "Yes, I believe I can easily draft up information on our journalists. I've been doing this for many years Dr. Mansour." The implication being 'keep to your job, and I'll keep to mine'.

Imogen turned and made her way to her general work area. It wasn't so much an office as it was a place she could keep her head down, away from some distractions, while she made some calls and did some digging. She had promised, after all, to not use the full amount of money allocated to her. She would do well to fulfill her promise.

Once she felt she was safely away from some prying eyes she pulled out her phone and dialed. It rang three times (standard) before it hung up. Then she dialed the number again. This time, it didn't even ring before she heard the voice on the other end. "I thought you were with the big guns now." A lilt of an Irish accent playing on his tongue, Samuel Brioney always made it seem like he was inconvenienced whenever he spoke. Which was likely true as he was a busy man. On the outside he appeared to be an IT specialist hired out to companies that needed updated security or to system check safety measures. In reality, he was a dangerous hacker who had his hand in many pies. The two of them met by chance when he showed up to her place of employment to do 'security checks'. This struck Imogen as odd as they had just had a security check last week. So she followed him and found him attempting to hack into their servers.

Instead of turning him in, they struck a deal. They have been friends ever since.

"Sounds like you miss me," she joked.

"In the way a cancer survivor misses their cancer."

"Some say that's a symbiotic relationship. Some even admit to missing it because it made them feel important."

"Are you seriously suggesting cancer survivors miss their deadly disease?"

"I am saying they feel something is lost when it goes into remission. They may not want it back, but it takes them some time to get used to the new normal."

"Aye, that it be. So I take it this isn't a personal call."

"It isn't. I am in need of some information. Three members of a news team who are privvy to some information we don't want getting out. I need any and all information you have on them."

"And I take it you don't want their recent vacation photos."

"If those photos show them doing naughty things then I wouldn't mind, but you know this already."

"Aye, that I do. How soon do you need it?"

"Yesterday."

"You are a harsh mistress."

"So says you and every gent I have been with. And even some ladies."

"Don't kiss and tell."

"Buy me a drink first. I still won't spill, but at least I'll be drunk."

"Send me the names and I'll see what I can do."

She quickly sent off the names of the three individuals as she prepared for the trip.

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Sitting with Dr. Mansour, she had the information on hand. She didn't necessarily want to disclose it all to her in that moment. "I did. After all, I said I am good at my job. Have it all here." She said highlighting some files she had with her. In it, there were detailed accounts of each person. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to disclosing it all (you never knew how useful blackmail information could be for later).

"Our three individuals have been rather busy outside of work hours. While I'd like to not disclose anything as of yet, I am confident we will not need to follow through with elimination. The only tricky one was the blonde intern, Whitney. Surprisingly not a lot of social media activity from her, but I found something anyway."

Imogen had a hint of a smile, knowing that she did her job well. Well enough to be safe from critique, hopefully. She might have stepped on a few toes, but if she did her job right, no one would be any wiser.

Field Commander Daniel Graves
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

Graves felt the familiar crunch of glass and debris underfoot; boots plodding though the ruined security checkpoint that had once serviced the missing front door.

Turned over chairs, a flipped table, the familiar dull gleam of spent casings amidst the dust.

And blood. Not fresh; but fresh enough to still hold the familiar crimson color on the previous polished floor.

Concerning was the distinct lack of bodies to go with the blood spattering the floor and walls.

And the obvious blood trail that denoted something being dragged.

Grave reset this grip on the MK18; the slight anxious shuffling of his trigger finger while making his way into the lobby.

It was more of the same as the checkpoint. A previously opened area full of plush waiting chairs, a receptionist area, an abandoned in house (off brand) coffee shop and obvious signs of struggle.

Bloody handprints and spatters were visible in surfaces in the still functioning industrial lighting. Personal articles discarded in the chaos but signs of their owners. A few weapons, Sigs-Sauer pistols, lay discarded as well. Slides sacked backed but no signs of their targets.

The only trace of any bodies was the same as the checkpoint.

A massive blood trail that led through a, now beaten open, double door. The trail from the checkpoint haven converged with several from the lobby to form a massive snaking mass of dried gore.

“Oh that’s just perfect.” Graves voice was muffled by the gas mask but the sarcasm was evident.

“Bet you it’s zombies.” That was Greene; one of the guys Graves had picked to help staff up Silent Mountain. Good shooter but always jumpy in the initial stages.

“It’s not zombies.” Graves rebuked. Not out of any sense of certainty but rather stopping them from focusing on a threat that hadn’t even been ID’d yet.

Movement in the corner of his eye had Graves catch sight of the security camera. Old school corner mounted style; oddly its recording light wasn’t red but a deep electric blue. It panned over the lobby taking in the enemy arrived team and seemed to stop on Graves.

The commander stared at it for a second before turning to the two nearest shooters.

Fabio and Kedem.

Fabio wasn’t wearing his gas mask; aviators still affixed to his face. Kedem looked like the typical Direct action type on mission; only distinguishable from the others by the slightest of difference in stance.

“Fabio, Kedem. Go get that tech with the giant shotgun. Find the security room and see if someone is locked inside. Or maybe a recording of what happened.”

Behind him Lima Team cautiously prepared to follow the blood trial through the door. Weapons up as they slowly entered into the hall beyond.

The distant crump and the ensuring shaking beneath his boots signaled Kilo team had breached the loading bay. The lack of gunfire or follow on transmission denoted an equal absence of contact.

Graves just hoped it would stay this way.

But judging by the flood of images every time he glanced at that blood trail. The peace would not last.

@Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra,@PrinceAlexus

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Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

Norr had wished she had changed her field attire before leaving the bunker. The gray of the uniform eating the heat of the desert.

She gave a rueful glare at the off didn’t sun before she shifted her hat’s brim down slightly. Coming beside Dr. Mansour as the explosions of the breach faded.

“I know I have little experience in your field.” She stated off adopting the tone the managing handbook described as ‘informative but not patronizing’ “But the reporters’ news van is over there.”

A nod of her head at the van with the shrink wrapped logo of a local news station emblazoned in its side. Untouched except by the dusty wind and now shockwave of the breach. Though except for a subtle rocking it appeared more or less intact.

“Maybe we can look it over while we have the time….before the hooting starts at least.” A look of displeasure on her face that notion.

@Tesserach, @PatientBean

Sitting with Dr. Mansour, she had the information on hand. She didn't necessarily want to disclose it all to her in that moment. "I did. After all, I said I am good at my job. Have it all here." She said highlighting some files she had with her. In it, there were detailed accounts of each person. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to disclosing it all (you never knew how useful blackmail information could be for later).

"Our three individuals have been rather busy outside of work hours. While I'd like to not disclose anything as of yet, I am confident we will not need to follow through with elimination. The only tricky one was the blonde intern, Whitney. Surprisingly not a lot of social media activity from her, but I found something anyway."

Imogen had a hint of a smile, knowing that she did her job well. Well enough to be safe from critique, hopefully. She might have stepped on a few toes, but if she did her job right, no one would be any wiser.

The sense of pique in the younger woman's words and tone was unmistakable but Soraya had dealt with far worse butting of egos in field hospitals over the years. The main thing was that she had the information. The chopper was already touching down so she gave only a cursory nod and a short "Good."

She knew it probably sounded curt but her mind was already running through the list of steps she'd created in her head on landing - there wasn't any room for any other concerns. She assumed and trusted that Imogen's detailed accounts had the contact information for the journalists she'd requested.

Once on the ground she hefted the heavy medical duffle bag and hastened to clear the chopper landing area even as the DA-Team were making their approach to towards their positions and the entrances. Soraya paused though, and knelt to start rifling through her bags for the equipment they'd need shortly.

Norr had wished she had changed her field attire before leaving the bunker. The gray of the uniform eating the heat of the desert.

She gave a rueful glare at the off didn’t sun before she shifted her hat’s brim down slightly. Coming beside Dr. Mansour as the explosions of the breach faded.

“I know I have little experience in your field.” She stated off adopting the tone the managing handbook described as ‘informative but not patronizing’ “But the reporters’ news van is over there.”

A nod of her head at the van with the shrink wrapped logo of a local news station emblazoned in its side. Untouched except by the dusty wind and now shockwave of the breach. Though except for a subtle rocking it appeared more or less intact.

“Maybe we can look it over while we have the time….before the hooting starts at least.” A look of displeasure on her face that notion.

Soraya seemed heedless of the rushing air or sound of the chopper as it began to retreat, intent on retrieving equipment. Her head peaked up, briefly alert, to catch the smoke from the breaching charge as the entry team began moving inside. She knew from experience they had time, entry teams almost always took their time clearing unknown facilities like this.

Sam's comment drew her attention to the news van. Perfect. That had been on her list of things to do. "Excellent. We have everything I think."

Soraya removed a black leather case she'd pulled out of the duffel and offered it up to Sam. "Vehicle entry kit." She explained, still kneeling, as she went back into the bag for seconds.

To Imogene she presented what appeared to be a modestly-sized black briefcase that she opened up for Imogen, only briefly for them to see some sort of electronics box with connector cable attachments, some wires and accessories, and what appeared to be a dedicated field terminal for the device. "This is expensive. So please be careful." She said, mostly because it was true and it would be beyond troublesome for her to source a replacement now that she was in the private sector.

She looked up, and paused briefly, taking a moment to recall the name of the thing she'd just handed Imogen in english. "It is an IMSI Catcher; for intercepting cellphones. I am thinking, while the others are busy, I show you both how to do a little, ah, professional B&E. Exploit some intelligence. Then we track our journalists by their cell phones. Sound good, yes?"

Soraya looked between the pair before zipping bag closed, hoisting the strap back over her shoulder and rising to start heading towards the news van; in what seemed to be becoming a habit, she didn't bother waiting for a reply.

"I told you, I show you good times." She called over her shoulder as she approached the van.

Fabio, cautiously checked the doorway for enemies hiding in ambush though he couldn't see anyone as he carefully, weapon up, checked every angle he could without physically stepping into the room. Once he was reasonably sure nobody was about to open fire and no strange creatures were lurking in the shadows, he turned to Kedem, "I've got your six," he declared, helpfully volunteering Kedem to take point on this one. In fact he couldn't remember exactly where the security room was meant to be.

"Treat anyone locked in the room as hostile," he said, nodding to himself as if it were the only logical way to proceed.

@Theyra

The Tech who lifts.

The tech unplugged from the socket he was trying to access in the lobby, he had reading glasses on and had been staring at the tablet trying to back door any part of the system. Even with all their tech and gear, whatever this resident evil style office used, it would not be opened up that easily. The most he had done was get the lobby and reception lights and circulation fans to pull in fresh air that remained turned back on and shut down the damaged area. That was all his dive had allowed him access to.

It was slim progress if any but this company security was not to be messed with, and this building had hired decent people. Fresh air and some light to see, small victory.

Enzo was hoping he would not have to venture into god knows what this place was too deep, an entire site gone dark, and half the data they gave was useless. No realisation on what, why or up to date exact plans of infrastructure! He had intact found out where the main power and water etc maybe entered from 811 and used some .. creative truths. It worked! Whatever it be, whatever they did, had a pretty serious utility supply system.

He stayed behind the two direct action shooters, they knew their job and he knew when to let others take the starring role. “If the utility people were told the truth, it has to be this side, I really want to avoid spooky redacted basements and play aliens live action today.” He kept the big gun ready, he also kept it for the Israelis' trust, very much away from his back.

“I'll watch the corridor. If I see it, you'll hear it.” He said lighter than he really felt, he was a tech, not an up front direct action. Though the rather heavy firepower felt very very comforting in the unknown spooky ass mega corp disaster.

He had been too tall or bulky to sign up, he knew that as multiple recruitment officers had tried to convince him to enlist. “Just leave the servers intact, if you have to, I need something to tap into.” He said he knew Direct action meant action, stuff got broken. An intact system is great, if he had to work around. So be it.

Extra work for sure. Being alive was far far preferable. He could watch the corridor while they did the soldier thing, staying to your strengths.

Redecker Krueger continued watching the windows for any signs of movement. "Other than occasionally breeze blowin' through cracks in the tinted glass, everythin' above the ground entrance and loading area is quieter than a graveyard on my side. Whatever broke out is probably waitin' for fresh meat to walk within pouncin' distance like a lion in a bush watchin' zebras. Nothin' is goin' on in the surroundin' area. It will hopefully stay that calm out here. I will continue surveillance for a couple of hours before movin' to a spot with more shade." Redecker Krueger said over the radio as he continued looking through the scope. As one of the team's snipers, he was positioned outside the facility to secure the area. The lack of any movement outside the facility meant that things were going well so far.

This calm was interrupted by movement on the fourth floor. "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.

"Roger," Kedem said as he started to make his way to the security room. He stopped at the doorway where Fabio was, and when he realized that his partner had given him the job of being the point man. Kedem only lightly sighed at the notion. Someone had to be the point man, and
since Graves did not assign him or Fabio that role. It seems like the job is now his.

So, being the point man and remembering where the security room was from the briefing. After listening to what the big tech person had to say, and how he planned on covering the corridor. Kedem only nodded in agreement since of his shotgun and just hoped that the tech would not accidentally hit him or Fabio in a panic if they encountered what caused this mess. Though maybe the tech is more brave or cool-headed than he thought, and that would be a welcome development.

Thus, Kedem said, "okay, just follow Fabio and me and stay close. Let's see if we can salvage anything from the security room and remember to watch those corners." He took a long look into the darkness and said these words softly. "Into the breach we go."

That was all he said as he started methodically moving towards the security room. Weapon raised and ready to fire, and checking each corner and room they passed before moving on. Making sure that Fabio and the tech were behind him and time to see if anyone was still alive in the security room.

Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
En-Route to Security Room

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

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Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

"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

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Field Commander Daniel Graves
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

Graves was creeping through the halls; somewhere in the middle of Lima team when one of the sniper's came over the radio.

"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.

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.

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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 'Press' 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

Fabio hefted his gun to firing position, opening fire on the closest of the abominations, "Vaffanculo!" he yelled, stepping back as he did to put a bit more distance between him and the monstrosities in the corridor... which coincidentally put the two in his group a step closer if the creatures approaching were hungry, "Those don't look like a camera crew! Gun them down!"

Stokes was hoping this secondary entry would the quieter out of the two. Unfortunately bad luck seemed to have a habit of following the old man. As the Kilo SL set up the charge over the vast loading bay door Stokes Seth himself to the right of the entry, meaning he could enter on his strong side and sweep from left to right. His noise protection system muffled the blast and his visor guarded from the dust that was churned up. The Kilo pointman charged in and immediately locked his barrel onto the figure. "GET ON THE GROUND!" The next man in followed his call. "ON THE GROUND NOW." The third man thumbed his radio, "Contact! Loading bay!"

As the team filed in at rapid speed. Behind them Stoked flicked his mounted flashlight on and poked his head in, he did a fast sweep. Nothing on the left. Four figures including a Goliath in the right corner. His light caught the bearded body with the badge. His eyes lit up and he darted back outside as Kilo team open fire. He ignored the gunfire and switched his radio to the secondary channel: This was a direct line to Norr and the concealment team. Stokes' strange accent rang out over the line, "Loading bay. Anomalous hostiles. One giant and three... Amalgamations. The cameraman is dead. Neck broken by the giant." As he finishes the report he lowered himself onto his haunches and poked the barrel of his PDW through a crevice in the blast hole. He fixed his eyes through the sights, weapon shouldered comfortably, and waited for the situation to calm or something strange to charge at him through the smoke. He was tense as his finger hovered over the trigger and he focused on the unfolding fight in front of him.

"Negative. He does not have a Press Pass. I repeat, he does not have a Press Pass." Redecker Krueger said over the radio as he zoomed in on the man on the fourth floor to see if he was a member of the news crew. He watched as the man stopped pounding against the window and turned around, whatever was behind him immediately slamming the employee into the tined glass, the man bleeding from multiple cuts as he plummeted to the ground. "Enemy spotted. Taking the shot." Redecker said over the radio before pulling the trigger, the bullet flying through air, the anomalous hostile falling to the floor dead within seconds of the round hitting its mark. "Target neutralized." Krueger said over the radio as he zoomed out enough to see the entire fourth floor.

Kedem stayed on alert as he led the group to the security room. Nothing that they have yet to see any bodies despite the signs of blood and damage. Either the thing in here is hungry, or something else is at play. Both thoughts did not comfort him right now, and he wondered if they were survivors in this place at all. If they were, then they must have found a good hiding spot.

As they reached the security room, and Kedem saw that the heavy metal door that used to belong to the security room on the ground. Clearly ripped from its hinges, and that made him even more cautious. What were Obsidian Dynamics doing here? If something in here can do that, he thought, and as he was going to report in about reaching the security room. Kedem saw the three figures down the hall and, for a moment, raised his rifle at them. His training is kicking in, and before he could say a word to them. One of the abominations spoke, and the three started going towards them.

"Contact!" Kedem said into his radio as he opened fire at the three abominations. Aiming for the lead one, he spoke again into his radio. "Contact at the security room!" Time to see how these things deal with bullets, he thought, and hoped these things hate lead.

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Imogen accepted the black briefcase with a raised eyebrow, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before she could respond Soraya was already off. She glanced at Sam with a shrug and started to follow.

Then she heard the radio followed by gunfire.

Imogen knew this job would have her nearby guns. She wasn't anti-gun. Growing up where she did she wasn't surrounded by weapons unless it was a prized rifle hanging up on the wall of her family home next to the head of some animal the rifle was used on. Or at the occasional garden party where clay pigeons were shot for fun.

In her experience, weapons were a necessary evil. After all, the "bad guys" didn't abide by any law dictating if they could have a weapon or not, so it was up to "good people" to know what to do and how to do it.

She had only ever fired a gun once back when she was 15 years old. She still remembers the tingling sensation after she did so, the warmth in her body, a primoridal mixture of fear and excitement.

However, she could do her job and do it easily without the need for violence. Threats? Sure. But she never needed to get her hands bloody. Not until this job landed in her lap.

"I imagine our reporters do not wish to be shot at also, so likely the gunfire will hold them in place until we find them." She looked over to the doctor, waiting to see how they would go about finding them in an active warzone.

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo let the direct action take the lead, he tread softly for a rather heavy human being and he tried at least to move quietly, deliberately and smoothly vs just panicking. He had courage, he would not do this job if he lacked it. Damage control was not a job you did because you saw an ad in the newspaper.

He did his best to master his fears. To control them.

Tried. Whatever the hell he saw made him pause, glowing eyes, metal, some kind of zombie cyborgs. What..the fuck… this was some kind of bastardised terminator meets resident evil! “got.. 3… cyberombies. Cyber. Augmented humans. Whatever they… deliberate.”He forced himself to report over radio, and report a more accurate wording than an amalgamation of words.too similar to be random, too…wrong to be a mere accident…

The big gun weighed in his hand, if he fired there would be no sneaking, if he did not, well they might not put the enemy down. He had a mixed “party mix” the Armourer called of buck, slugs and flecette rounds loaded. The security room would not be so intact, but he performed being alive. Sheer damage potential was that this weapon would make anything at least unable to fight even if not dead on the first go around. Harder to fight with an entire limb blasted off.

Firing on living beings was very different to a target, he was not the stone cold operator, he would probably be having bad sleep after this but he after a delay made a decisive decision. “going hot. Geh zum Teufel” He said and opened fire. The recoil was harsh but he absorbed it and sent a second a third round more accurately to the closest target, the unfamiliar gun meant he had to adjust on the fly to its quirks.

He would know the effect later, but in the heat of the moment. He just fired. Gotta be alive to know if it messed with your head.

Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Security Room

The firing line was ad-hoc and chaotic. The booming of Enzo's massive shotgun deafening in the confined space. Joined in by the chatter of Fabio's SCAR and the suppressed hiss of Kedem's MK18.

The lead techno-zombie stumbled and fell to metal knees. It's chest stitched by gunfire and a shoulder joint obliterated by a shotgun slug. The only sound it made was a warping electronic warble; akin to a cry of pain mixed with anger. It cut off rapidly as one of Fabio's rounds struck it's forehead. It's electric blue gaze flipping off amidst the cloud of brain matter.

The second and third techno-zombie made it further to the trio. Apparently unaffected by the death of their companion. Their charge ending a hair raising four feet from the front most member of the team. One's slack facial features having taken the better part of a dozen round's from Kedem's carbine. The last one had lost control of its lower limbs somewhere in the hail of fire. It having started a ear grinding crawl of metal on tile before a final bast of gunfire caused it to still.

The hall still now. Except now it smelled of cordite, coppery blood and some new foul smelling mixture that obviously emanated from the corpses. Their rapidly spreading gore not red but a dark brown that seemed too thick to be regular blood.

But other then the smell (that only affected those without gas masks) the hall was now seemingly safe.

@Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra,@PrinceAlexus

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Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

The roar of gunfire from the facility seemed to increase. A second firefight seemingly developing judging by the reports of a massive gun Sam assumed belonged to the giant of a tech.

The advisor turning to the pair of concealment team members as they did their work among the news van. The chatter in her radio getting more panicked as the firefights continued.

"Do you think maybe they'll run to the gunfire because they prefer some kind of protection over whatever our guy's are shooting at?" The distant report of a sniper rifle rolling over the desert sands. The sniper, Redecker, saying something about a guy not having a press pass.

The sound of a cell phone ring tone coming from the van. Inside the back; muffled by the door but distinct as one. Sam's gaze swiveled to the door; hands reaching for the dangling MP5K but stopping.

"How do you want to do this?"
@Tesserach, @PatientBean

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Field Commander Daniel Graves
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Loading Bay

Five tech zombies had swarmed over the unfortunate point man. The Acheron shooter having managed to put a burst into one's chest before he had been pulled down by metal grips. The shot tech-zombie seeming no worse for the wear as it removed the shooter's firing arm with a wet ripping noise. The shooter's screams dying on his throat as two of the abominations pummeled his upper body with steel fists.

By that point two of Kilo team had taken positions and hosed down the pile of cyborgs and their dying comrade. One of the tech-zombies falling instantly from a neat burst of gunfire that removed it's forehead. The four remaining tech zombies having stumbled with surprising speed at their new foes.

Overwhelming the nearest one's panicked attempt to backpedal while he hurriedly drew a sidearm to replace the empty rifle. The other shooter jerked to cover his partner but flew back as a body hit him. The dead corpse of the press crew's cameraman having flown through the air with unerring precision from the yellow jump suited goliath.

The second shooter heard the screams of his partner as he was pinned beneath the corpse. He was still trying to free himself when a tech-zombie appeared over him and went to break his neck. The sound of crumpling metal echoed through the bay as the goliath moved with surprisingly agility for his bulk. Resembling a gorilla as he scrambled up a pillar to leap to the top of a trailer sitting within the bay.

Adopting a perch and scanning for something with his electric blue gaze. Annoying the gunfire that strobed; some rounds hitting him and some pinging off the trailer. It's muscles tightening in anticipation for its next pounce. Below, the tech-zombies had began their jerking dash for new victims. The surviving members of Kilo responding with more gunfire. Some directed at the shambling cyborgs. Some at the goliath. Some at perceived threats in the shadows.

It was to this scene Graves walked into. The third man into the room as Lima flowed in. Their gunfire joining the din.
@JFK

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The fourth floor seemed serene after Redecker's shot. The tech-zombie not having risen from the broken window it had thrown the man through.

Then a flash of movement favoring the right hand side from the sniper's point of view. Someone came into view; not pounding on the window but waving their arms. They didn't have a press pass but their face was a startling match to the briefing photo for the reporter. Her business casual attire dirtied and ripped but otherwise she seemed unharmed from the distance.
@Flarbinia

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo gagged and regretted the fact his mask was not sealed and he only had his ear protection/ radio helmet on for better visibility and honestly so he could breathe better. The big man found the masks a little suffocating but the protection…was needed now!

The area reeked of the cordite, dust from the bullet damage and the sheer smell of the undead things…. “Why was I right about resident evil…” He said as he backed up and rapidly grabbed his mask and strapped it tight in a smooth motion. He had to pass this kind of training to be allowed in the field. He did not regret however bringing the shotgun he was offered as the 10 gauge shells had blasted the whole shoulder out of the reinforced foe, plus while they might not know pain, massive physical damage was able to slow them down at the very least before one of the shooters got a clean head shot that seemed to put them down rapidly.

“Classic zombie rules it is. Head shots…” He said through the muffled effect of the mask, and paused looking at the beings now dead, the light had died from the eyes and that seemed to be a sign of ..life. un life. And now dead… dead. Permanent dead? Hard to be alive with a destroyed central nervous system.

“Il check the servers intact. Good shooting, good to have you keeping me alive.” The tech said with an alight shake, those zombies had been damn fast, and taken a hell of alot of punishment. Had theit not been more, or they not had 3 shooters…it might of not been as successful. He checked his magazine was still working, locked in and nothing else had jammed. Always check, always confirm had been drilled into the techs training with the comapny. Work helped centre and focus Enzo who headed though after making a clear kick to head of most intact to shatter its neck with a paranoid momment. It could not function with a broken neck very well right. He avoided putting a shell into the head though, that was … they where dead right…

He peaked into room and scanned it, he was not that foolish to not check first!

He thankfully was now masked and the smell did not bother, he saw the damage and gave a whistle before he reached for where the server might be hidden to trace its power and network connections. Focus Enzo. Start on the basics, move through the system. Move onto the next step. Repeat.

Fear was harder to break you when you had a goal, routine or a anchor to focus on.

@Theyra@Dyelli Beybi

Field Commander Daniel Graves
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Loading Bay

Five tech zombies had swarmed over the unfortunate point man. The Acheron shooter having managed to put a burst into one's chest before he had been pulled down by metal grips. The shot tech-zombie seeming no worse for the wear as it removed the shooter's firing arm with a wet ripping noise. The shooter's screams dying on his throat as two of the abominations pummeled his upper body with steel fists.

By that point two of Kilo team had taken positions and hosed down the pile of cyborgs and their dying comrade. One of the tech-zombies falling instantly from a neat burst of gunfire that removed it's forehead. The four remaining tech zombies having stumbled with surprising speed at their new foes.

Overwhelming the nearest one's panicked attempt to backpedal while he hurriedly drew a sidearm to replace the empty rifle. The other shooter jerked to cover his partner but flew back as a body hit him. The dead corpse of the press crew's cameraman having flown through the air with unerring precision from the yellow jump suited goliath.

The second shooter heard the screams of his partner as he was pinned beneath the corpse. He was still trying to free himself when a tech-zombie appeared over him and went to break his neck. The sound of crumpling metal echoed through the bay as the goliath moved with surprisingly agility for his bulk. Resembling a gorilla as he scrambled up a pillar to leap to the top of a trailer sitting within the bay.

Adopting a perch and scanning for something with his electric blue gaze. Annoying the gunfire that strobed; some rounds hitting him and some pinging off the trailer. It's muscles tightening in anticipation for its next pounce. Below, the tech-zombies had began their jerking dash for new victims. The surviving members of Kilo responding with more gunfire. Some directed at the shambling cyborgs. Some at the goliath. Some at perceived threats in the shadows.

It was to this scene Graves walked into. The third man into the room as Lima flowed in. Their gunfire joining the din.

Stokes' eye's widened in shock as the pointman was pulled down. He watched in horror as the pile of bodies was riddled with bullets. It seemed like all three were now still corpses. He trained his muzzle on the lurching body and was ready to fire, trying to ensure he didn't hit the second man. When the body flew across the warehouse and into the second man: Stephen let off a sharp burst, hitting the tech-zombie side on. The first expanding round ricocheted off the metal shoulder plate, spalling off in every direction. The next three rounds pierced it's neck and found a meaty target in it's lower head, sending viscera spraying through the chaotic room. The body slumped forward onto the shooter who just managed to draw his sidearm. He had stopped screaming and swore loudly as the body fell onto him.

A member of Kilo team ran full tilt at the zombie that was leering over the second man. The man had a look of horror on his face, as he feared his imminent death. The large trooper shoulder barged the zombie from the side and knocked it out of the way. He leapt back and raised his muzzle. But the second man had managed to snap himself out of his stupor and put three rounds from his sidearm into the zombie's skull. The intervening hero was not in a good place, unfortunately for his bravery.

Lima team entered, Stokes had just put a calculated round through the face of the fourth zombie and the Lima pointman placed a burst into the centre mass of the remaining zombie. It stumbled back, and he shot another burst. This time he clipped the side of it's skull with a spray of gore. It hit the ground with a thud that was drowned out by shouting and gunfire. The body lay convulsing as all attention in the room was drawn in horror to the Goliath.

It launched itself from it's perch and soared through the air. The pair from Kilo team that had just fended of their assailant cringed in fear, it was flying towards them. It landed on the hero, knocking him down and crushing his sternum. He raised his mammoth fist and clamped it around the second man's ribcage, completely dwarfing him. His arms were free but he was being squeezed so violently there wasn't much he could do. His handgun clatter to the ground. Stokes fired two shots before his magazine emptied. He slid his hand down to his thigh and drew his pistol. He dropped his slung PDW and swiftly gripped the revolver with both hands. He lined up the crude sights with the beast's head and fired a hefty .44 magnum round, praying it would crack it's skull and bury itself in the right places to make it go limp.