[b]Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Fourth Floor[/b]

The Goliath that had battered its way into the break room didn't have much in the way of facial expressions. The glazed over features not giving any real modicum of emotion. But suprise might have been the best thing conveyed as it ducked its way into the doorway and into the panicked volley of the three Acheron shooters. 

Three things occurred near simultaneously. 

Kedem's and Enzo's fire took neat chunks of face and skull away causing the giant to stagger and grab onto the tall stainless steel fridge for momentary support. 

Fabio's burst made a nasty splash of red over the groin area that caused an all too human exhaling of air from the overly muscled person. The Goliath dropping to an knee and toppling the fridge on top of it. 

The combined weight of the dropping Goliath, the toppling fridge, and sub-par construction materials at competitive rates; resulted in a distinctive [i]crack[/i] that resounded in the break room. The floor beneath the Goliath splintering open and allowing the up muscled being and its fridge companion to begin a multi floor descent. 

The resounding cracking of the Golaith and massive appliance splintering through subsequent floors until reaching the bottom floor below with a definitive, distant sound of meat tenderizing against concrete. 

"Holy Crap!!!!" The Direct Action team in the lobby inadvertently let out over the radio net as nine hundred pounds of appliance and muscle came to rest among debris. Narrowly missing two of his shooters. 

If the four people gathered in the newly renovated break room looked through the hole they would see the cautious head of a Acheron shooter in the lobby; glancing up at the newly created hole through the four floors. 

@Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra, @PrinceAlexus

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Whitney had not initially replied to Imogen. Taking in the rather telling lack of gas masks among the self proclaimed gas company personnel. 

Though she did at least take the spin-woman's hand. Grabbing on for an extra half second to make sure it wasn't skin over the metal limbs that she had been fleeing from. 

"Who...who are you-" Whitney's question interrupted by a newly recovered Soraya; the accent and the guiding grip on her arm causing the intern to stumble slightly. "Wait if you're not cops why do you have guns?" 

She tried to dig her heels in. Converse squeaking on the floor as the distant explosions of Grave's firefight were joined by the roar of gunfire from their level. In the direction that Kedem, Enzo and Fabio had gone off to. 

"Wait stop. Let me go!!" She began to struggle then. Finding Soraya's grip at least stronger then a woman of her size should have been. "They're still out there!!!" 

@Tesserach, @PatientBean, @JFK