[b]Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah Security Room[/b] 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] ------------ [b]Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah[/b] 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] ------------ [b] Field Commander Daniel Graves Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah Loading Bay[/b] 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] ------------- 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]