The red light and alarm was indeed "Not a drill". The place was trashed, pannels sparked and hissed as live wires jumped and sparked in the air.

People seemed to be wandering around aimlessly without apparent direction, as if unable to make up their mind. The alarm didn't seem to bother them.

Suddenly the power seemed to flutter in her cyclinder, the air coming through her breathing tube seemed to stall part way through a breath. It was momentary but the sensation was terrifying. She began to panic, she could drown if the power to her cyclinder was switched off perminantly.

She was unaware of the drama going on in the generator room below her and the little time she had to escape the cage she was in. The lights flickered again, this time they dimmed noticably. The air supply to her mask almost stopped.

Lone Wolf

The generator room was filled with the echo of gun fire. The two remaining generators hummed loudly, the others sparked, sending out jolts of lightening to the iron gurders keeping up the ceiling. Unfortunately one of the Umbrella mercenaries (UBMC) within the room was standing far too close when one of the EMPs Lone wolf were using to disable the generators, exploded.

The man shook and trembled, all the muscles in his body spasmmed in unison making him dance as well as fry up on the spot. The electricity spike curved and seemed to attach itself to the soldiers head. His skin began to bubble a blister, his eyeballs then bulged and popped before his body crumpled to the ground with a sickening squelch of fizzing and popping flesh.

Bertha chuckled, she was taking cover behind some equipment crates watching the scene unfold.

"What a way to go...such a shame she show ended too soon, that was some entertainment."

Beltaway shivered at the crude form of entertainment Bertha seemed to enjoy before another shot pinged above his head, hitting the crate and pulling him from his muse.

"Come on Bertha, take these Mercs out already! I wanna get out of this shithole, today!"

Bertha looked at him through the eyelets of the gasmask she wore, none of them could tell what the other was thinking as all expression was null and void, replaced with the masks.

Another shot tore through the air past Berthas' ear, from her ducked position she aimed her gun nozzle over the edge of the crate and sprayed the automatic pistol in all directions. Beltaway waited a few moments before daring to raise his head from their cover position, he saw two of the UBMC Mercs duck down away from the spray of bullets at the opposite end of the room.
Taking a incendiary granade from the belt at his side he pulled the pin and drew his arm back pausing for a moment. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7, he stood and threw the granade with an expert arm, it didn't even touch the floor as it exploded directly behind the mercenaries who were immediately blown forwards engulfed in flame.

"Nice throw..." Bertha was impressed but was interrupted as her radio fizzed. Un clipping it from her belt she brought it upto ear level.

"Mr Death to Bertha, have you got the second generator down yet? Over."

Beltaway moved closer to listen in.

"Bertha to Mr Death, second generator is down, all UBMCs have been dispatched. Making our way to Lupo and Spectre to take out the 3rd generator. Over."

Bertha waited for a response through the static.

"Good. Just stay sharp when the last one blows. The power cut will open all the doors in this place, and who knows what's lurking behind them!"

"Affirmative! Bertha out!

She clipped the radio back to her hip and stood slinging the gun strap over her shoulder. Looking to Beltaway, he seemed to be staring off into space, she gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs. He jumped rubbing the area Bertha had impaled with her elbow and looked down at her.

"What's up with you?" Bertha asked.

"Just something HUNK said, you really think there could be something worse than Birkin in one of these rooms?"

Bertha drew back shaking her head.

"Beltaway don't tell me your scared..."

She chuckled teasingly as she tugged him along by the arm to divert his attention.

"No. I'm not scared, it's nothing bullets and C4 can't fix. But Birkin, we emptied clips into him, and he just kept coming..."

As if speaking about the devil himself they heard a painful, mournful roar. Where it was in the building they couldn't tell, but it sent a shiver down the back of Beltaways neck and his pace quickened.

"Lets just get the fuck out of here..."