[i][u]Victoria[/i][/u]

Victoria slipped away from the building. Her footsteps were quiet and her gun was drawn. No zombies were in sight...yet.

"[i]Well, I'll be there[/i]", the intercom crackled to life, "[i]new orders from the Gen. We need maps of the area and a headcount of zombies and the bigger groups. I know, not sniper duty, but this is urgent. For some reason the big boss wants to move fast. Another sweep or something. Over.[/i]"

She raised an eyebrow. Another sweep? Shrugging, Victoria continued on her way. She stopped short of a mile of a large group of zombies around a dumpster.

"Woah...they look riled up. Okay, so there's about..." she silently counted "...seventeen, eighteen, nine- wait, stop moving. Seventeen, eight- wait...okay, screw this."

She aimed her gun and fired, hitting three zombies. Some of the undead turned their attention away from the dumpster and headed towards the shooter.

"Crap," she muttered.
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[u][i]Rus[/u][/i]

A thin trail of smoke reached towards the ceiling. Rus lightly tapped his fingers on the nearly empty box of cigarettes as his eyes scanned the paperwork before him.

"[i]Here, that cup of coffee your researches enjoy so much[/i]", a serving lady entered and placed a cup of hot coffee on Rus' desk. The young man nodded gratefully, barely looking up from his papers.

"[i]How is the research going?[/i]", she asked, "[i]and what were you researching again?[/i]"

"New weapons," Rus answered simply. He didn't want to reveal too much as it was A.) Mainly confidential and B.) too confusing to talk about.