[b]Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Utah Fourth Floor[/b] Somewhere, in between Soraya having taken office furniture to the cranium and Imogen's pleas; Sam had swung her MP5K up and pulled the trigger. To no effect. Sam's focus turned to fear filled annoyance as she tugged on the trigger a few more times to no effect while the barrel hung in the direction of the figure. The figure however did not respond with more weaponized chairs but instead stumbled out of the shadows. Her jeans and hoodies spoke of a college lifestyle that had been hastily updated for the casual professionalism of an internship. Gore, dust and whatever else was around coated her face and hair but her features were distinct. The visitor's pass with "PRESS" printed on it also gave a helpful identifier. The intern, Whitney, had the air of a frantic animal about her. The safety of seeing humans clashing with whatever instincts had kept her alive amidst the killing floor that had become the facility. [quote=@PatientBean] "Hey, there's no need for that. It's over. Now, we can walk out of here calmly and safely or we can do it the hard way. Either way, you aren't leaving here without some course of action. I can help ensure that is, at least, done with your well-being in mind. So, what's the plan?" She asked that question, but looked over at Sam. [/quote] "Are....are you the police?" Her voice had the quality of someone who had not spoken for awhile. Dry and wary. Brown eyes darting over the assembled Acheron team members in the conference room. A mechanical click resounded in the room as Sam finally figured out the weapon's problem. Her safety finally flicking off. The Coordinator gave a sheepish look as she realized the problem had been her fault and that she probably would have shot Whitney had it not been for her oversight. "No....We're with the gas company. There's been a massive gas leak. Not safe here." Somewhere in the building another firefight started up in the middle of Sam's words. @Tesserach, @PatientBean, @JFK ******** The intrepid trio separate from the drama of the conference room would find nothing in the kitchen. The same pattern of chaos that the facility bore no different on this floor. Then a shriek of terror followed by pounding feet that sounded as if an elephant was trying to jog. The trio would barely have a second to process the sudden change before a figure darted into the kitchen. The reporter panting as she slammed the door shut. Not with any conviction of safety but with the desperation of a drowning person grabbing for a lifeline. She turned, eyes wild, and almost recoiled as she took in the three men in the kitchen. Hope then confusion danced across her features as she took in the operator like Kedem, the massive Enzo and the action-hero esque outfit Fabio portrayed. The massive fist that suddenly pounded through the door brought her attention back to the present; sneaker's scrambling on the hardwood floor as she ducked behind the three Acheron shooters. "Save me!!!" A second fist appeared beside the first; ripping the door from its hinges and tossing it into the corridor. The hulking Goliath had to duck to enter the room; electric blue eyes the only color. It's indigo jumpsuit splotched with dried blood of some previous victim. @Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra, @PrinceAlexus ***** [b]Field Commander Daniel Graves Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility Basement Access [/b] The elevator that would have lead down the heart of the dramatically named "Null Zero" was locked. Not that Daniel would have trusted it. That left eight flights worth of stairs that Juliet and Lima were currently descending. Or, fighting, if one wanted more accuracy. Tech-zombies in the dozens were trying to stop their descent. Attempting to ascend into the gunfire; their charges becoming less effective as the Acheron shooter's became more used to the jerky movements and flashing eyes of the hostiles. Acheron took no casualties at least as they descended; climbing over the butchered bodies on their way down. Graves paused on a blood slicked landing to swap a magazine. Beside him, a shooter called for a frag, another responding by tossing the grenade over a railing. The crump resounded even from three floors up. The gunfire picking up as the DA teams exploited. His radio crackling with reports. Though one stood out. [quote=@Flarbinia] "Hostile neutralized. VIP condition unchanged. Maintaining surveillance until the third floor is secured. I will immediately report if I see anyone else who is uninfected, VIP or otherwise." Redecker Krueger said over the radio as he continued to look through the scope. [/quote] Graves gave an incredulous shake of his head. Keying his mic as he motioned another team forward to to take his place. "Redecker, Graves. We have the male news member accounted for. No idea who you're looking at. Break. Stop shooting into the building we have friendlies within. Break. Hold perimeter and engage only those outside compound. Graves out." He signed out of the radio with no possibility for talk back. Reshouldering his weapon as a call came from below. "Goliath!!!!Goliath!!!" He sighed as he began to hustle down the stairs. The gunfire turning into panicked spraying and the too human screams of a shooter told Graves this day was going to be longer.