Whatever this place was, Artyom wished he was back home, in the Metro. It was easier knowing the known world, but this place was entirely different. With his gas mask still on, the Ranger continued his path towards a strange building, but he turned off his flashlight when he saw humans stumbling in the distance. They were similar to the bodies he had seen before when he arrived at that apartment.

Then the four people turned their full attention towards him. Did they know he was there in the parking lot? They rushed for him, but their bodies began to mutate before his very eyes. Their backs, their hands, transformed into these crystal-like features, their fangs so to speak. The strangers did not speak, but they cried out after him.

Artyom didn't want to shoot, but there was no choice. Drawing his suppressed assault rifle, he fired away. As the bullets struck their bodies, he noticed splotches of red where the bullets landed. These weren't human - not anymore. They didn't react like normal humans, but through his scope he saw one bullet deal a blow through one's head. These creatures were strong, but they were not hard to kill.

All, but one remained. The last was on the ground with its leg off, but it's will to try and kill him still remained.

He stepped closer towards the person - few inches away from being struck in the shin, he aimed the barrel at its head and pulled the trigger. It was a mercy kill. Then he made his way into the building.

When he stepped through the main front doors, he looked around to see the interior show strange designs Artyom had never seen before. It was very different from the buildings he had seen in Moscow, but that didn't matter while he noted the crystal-like formations were appearing to have taken root inside. He looked to his right to see a path lead into a restaurant-like place he had never seen before. The Metro had several of these places before, but they were never that big since the train platforms needed to be used for passage or living space.

His curiosity quickly faded out of memory when he noticed several bodies lying on the floor. It appeared there were dozens of armed soldiers were present here, but their wounds appeared to be fresh. Whatever killed them, he hoped it wasn't around. However, he stumbled upon one body and found that the dead man's face was not covered. Why wasn't he wearing a gas mask.

Artyom turned his body around for closer inspection to see he didn't have a gas mask on. That was impossible? The surface was always inhospitable unless the surface on this part of the earth was not toxic for the air. He contemplated about taking off his gas mask to save his air filters, but there was a chance a quick whiff of the air could kill him. His hands reached for his straps as he held his breath for a quick moment.

After he slipped the gas mask off his head, the Ranger took the opportunity to open his mouth and breath. Instead of the toxic chemicals he could choke on, his nostrils felt the humid air and the clean feeling deep into his lungs. Could it be that he was dreaming and could be dead? More chances at breathing the air around were taken, only to accept the fact that the air around here was not polluted. That was enough for him to smile.

He knelt beside the body and inspected the man's weapon. If the bullet casings beside his body were anything to go by, the weapon was already fired. The Ranger grabbed the weapon and ejected the magazine out of place, just to see the remaining bullets inside. However, he took a closer look at their specs, only to see they were a different caliber. Five-point-five-six rounds? He had never seen that before.

Artyom's inspection of the bullets was short-lived when he heard gunfire behind his back. He turned around with his Kalashnikov in hand, but the distance was coming on the other side of the building. Whoever it was, their cries sounded like these people were endangered by something attacking them.

Given that he hadn't met a single person during his entire experience in this strange place, the young man left the bodies and made his way towards the other side of the building. He hoped they would be friendly stalkers who could explain what was going on in this strange location.

Stepping out of the room, Artyom heard the gunfire coming from the second floor. He immediately made his way up the spiral staircase in hopes he could find genuine human beings after being brought to this place. The young man bypassed rooms and avoided making noise when there was debris in the way, but he was not disappointed.

Those strange-looking people were rushing towards an opening in the wall, but streams of gunfire struck those unlucky enough to get in the way. However, others were able to slip in and rush towards their new victims. Yet, one of them stopped in its tracks and turned its head towards him. An inhuman cry was all that it screeched out before three of them broke from the main pack and charged after him.

Without hesitation, the Polis Ranger raised his assault rifle and fired away. Three quick bursts were all that were needed to put them down. As their bodies stopped completely, Artyom switched his assault rifle out for his makeshift combat shotgun as he made his way to the opening through the wall.

When his head peaked out from safety, there were more than a dozen bodies littered across the floor, but they were converging around a organic pillar that was placed in the room. Past them, three people were standing before him. All three of them were wearing yellow protective suits with their faces hidden away by the gas masks. One of them - a woman - informed her teammates of her situation. "I'm out, reloading!" She stated.

One man was firing his mounted light machine gun at the creatures while the other was firing his assault rifle with an underbarrel attachment. The trio was intimidating, but it appeared they were about to be swarmed since one of their companions wasn't ready.

Artyom noticed one of the creatures on the ground lashing out at the group despite being unable to reach them. However, its body was regenerating before his very eyes. Once it got up from the floor it screamed at them. Bringing his shotgun to bear, the Ranger blasted his weapon - spending three shotgun shells to sweep the entire room clear of the monsters.

The woman saw him when she finished reloading. "What the hell?" She said to herself. "You there, get over here!" The woman ordered.

The organic pillar exploded, leaving a mess around the room, but he climbed into the opening in the wall and met their gaze.

"Alright, who are you and what the hell are you doing here?" The woman demanded of him. "Don't you know this entire area is under quarantine?"

No. He had no idea that he was brought before a quarantine zone. Artyom shook his head simply because of her commanding voice. "No, I didn't know." He answered.

The masked man with the assault rifle lowered his weapon. "How come? You must have been living under a rock if you don't have a fucking clue that everything went to shit around here."

However, the man behind the machine gun tapped the woman's shoulder. "Ash, look at his gas mask." He began, but the young man recognized his Russian voice. "It's the one we saw earlier."

Artyom looked down at his gas mask, only to see the used equipment still have a fresh air filter on. "I don't know what's going on."

"Bullshit." He replied. "Now talk."

"Again, I don't know. All I know was that I was in Moscow one day and now I'm wherever this place is."

The woman glanced over to the older man. "You believe him, Tachanka?"

He shrugged his shoulders as he began to take down his mounted light machine gun into a compact state. "We'll have to find answers when we get back to the briefing room. Maybe Thermite or Doc could have a quick run-down on this guy."

"Alright." Ash acknowledged before her hands reached over to the earpiece. "Jaeger, we finished eliminating the targets. Head over to the exfiltration point."

A voice from her radio was loud and clear for the young man, but his accent was different to say the least. "Copy that, heading over-" His voice was interrupted by something else going on.

"Jaeger?!"

"I'm going down! Something hit me. I'll try to make a soft landing!" His voice was cut out.

The man with the assault rifle didn't appear to be pleased by the events. "Fuck, something must have gotten him."

Ash garnered everyone's attention as she stopped being tense around Artyom. "Buck, on point. Tachanka in the rear." Then she took notice of him. "I have plenty of questions to ask kid, but we'll take care of that once we rescue our pilot."

Artyom understood. "I'll come." He acknowledged. "It's not like I have anywhere else to go."

"Also get your gas mask on, I don't want you to get infected."


Author's Note: Given that Rainbow Six Siege fanfiction crossovers are very hard to find I decided to continue this, but I am surprised at the first initial reception of the first chapter.


blackout322: That depends on the reception of the chapters.

Guest: No, nope, nyet, nein.

iloveTanks: No Pavel and no Red Line.

Hindresh: Thank you.

blaiseingfire: Yeah, I'm surprised no one decided to have some fun with the Outbreak event. There was plenty of potential.

Bruva Boreale: It was already gone by the time this chapter is done.

TMDF-Artyom: There was this one character who looks a bit similar to a stalker from S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Shadow of Chernobyl.

Guest: No. Think more like the song from the Mobius Trailer.

Guest: That depends. I don't have Metro 2035 and Metro Exodus has not come out yet. If I make a fic that early, it might not be recognizable and I don't have anything to go on.

EzioIsPIRATE: You should try and take a look at the games. Most of my fics usually go from the game continuity with slight references from the books. If you can, try to buy the game.

StelarToe6133: Patience is a virtue.