[b]Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Sector Null Zero[/b]

The beeping of the continued denials added to the background noise as Graves glanced at his "elite" team. 

"Ceiling...???" Graves sounded mystified. Casting a glance around just in case Enzo had seen something he hadn't. Finding nothing; he turned back to the monstrous tech. "We're four stories underground. How do you intend to....." 

The beeping continued. The sound merging with his rising pulse. 

"Cut that shit out!!!!!" He snapped. The beeping stopped with the card halfway into its reader. The shooter looking guiltily at Graves. Then it gave a single furtive beep. Graves was silent before he pulled his mask up; the smell of cordite and whatever the hell the tech-zombies bled mingling as he rubbed his face. 

"Just get the damn door open Enzo." His voice muffled by his glove as he seemed to try and contain his headache. 

Perhaps for the better as he missed the reporter, newly acquired camera in hand, panning over the macabre scene. Taking in the corporate logos of Obsidian Dynamics on the wall, the Acheron logo on the shooter's uniforms, catching a profile of Grave's face and finally the posing (but definitely not posing) stance of Fabio. 

All the while a camera in the far corner watched this all. A bright blue glow in the camera lens. 

@Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra, @PrinceAlexus
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[b] Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Fourth Floor[/b]

There was something about the manner of Soraya's ease of subduing the intern that gave Sam pause. The ease as she choked out the woman and found a vein to ensure total unconsciousness was so...clinical. It was so mechanical. 

[quote=@Tesserach]
"Help move her please." Soraya said, as though this was just another day at the office. "I need to monitor her breathing."
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Sam gave a sigh before she knelt to help haul up the dead weight of the intern. Mainly because she didn't see Imogen helping and Stokes was the best of them with a gun for the trip downstairs. 

Downstairs... Sam gave an internal groan as she mentally braced for hauling the intern down the flight of stairs. Besides, not as if the day could be any worse?

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[b]Downstairs
Acheron LZ and Command Post[/b] 

"What do you mean the Italian took the reporter with him!!!???" Sam was aware that she was screaming. Something that was against a lot of good managerial tactics. Not that the Acheron shooter in charge of the makeshift CP seemed to mind. The man's New Jersey accent evident as he thumbed back at the ruined lobby. 

"Look, the guys came down with the reporter. The guy with the slick hair and the sunglasses gave the news lady a new camera and took her down to see the boss." 

Sam would have fought the "boss" title if she currently wasn't feeling a sense of rising panic that a reporter had been escorted into a sensitive area. Her breathing frantic as she turned and began a frantic stumble into the facility with those who she had beckoned to fellow. 

The shooter watched her run before he glanced at the unconscious intern and the Acheron personnel who hadn't run into the facility like a mad person. 

"Why didn't she just radio the DA team?" 

All he got was a shrug from a helo pilot that watched the horizon and the encroaching shadow of three helicopters emerging from the blue skies. 


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