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Chapter Three

The Holding Cell

They were now in the airlock, a glaring-at-Siren Samantha and a Siren, with a pleased grin on her face as she glanced at the other woman over her should, that was listening to what Pinky and Sarge were talking about. Oh yes. She and Reaper were going to have a long talk.

"Carmack's lab," Pinky began. "is isolated from the rest of the facility. The airlock door is the only way in or out." The screen they were all watching pulled out into a map of the facility, the airlock doorway they were in lit up, showing that is was, indeed, the only way in or out.

Sarge quickly glanced it over before turning to his men. "Goat, Siren, Portman: Genetics." They nodded. "Kid, Destroyer: Carmack's office, where he sent the mayday from. Reaper, Griff, keep Dr. Grimm here safe on her salvage op." The siblings look at the man in shock and distaste. Griff didn't like the thought of his sister traveling in a place like this without him, but he knew that he could handle herself, and Goat was there as well, so she would be safe. For now. "Duke and I'll take the weapons lab, make sure all the hardware's secure. Be safe gentlemen, lady," He added to Siren with a nod. She nodded back. He turned back to Goat and Portman. "Portman, Goat, on you."

"It's on." Portman replied. They both pulled up their guns and exited out in the dark hall. Siren followed closely behind, and the others all followed her. Everyone cocked their guns thought before taking a step out into the hall.

The airlock hissed as it opened, and Siren waited carefully, adrenaline pumping through her body as they slowly paced outside, waiting for the clear. Kid held a sick look on his face and she gently punched his shoulder with a smile. He smiled a small one at her. She would have to talk him up after the groups reunited.

"Clear left." Portman announced as Goat followed with a "Clear right."

Everyone walked out and looked around cautiously themselves. Siren found herself next to Reaper. He was shooting small glances at her, but she did her hardest not to look back at him.

And boy, was it hard.

"Five bucks says this shit ain't nothing but a disgruntled employee with a gun." Portman commented as he glanced around another corner.

"I'm not so sure about that, Portman." Griff spoke in his smooth, calm voice. "I don't think a man with a gun could make a woman scream like she had been. And a man with a gun could not bang and bend those doors like what we saw on that video on the chopper."

"I would have to agree with Griff here, Portman," Duke replied. "Though you have no idea how much I'm wishing that your way is the right one." He chuckled.

They continued along the path slowly, keeping a clear and steady sight for anything that would come their way.

"Fluorescent markings as rooms are cleared. Go." Sarge ordered.

Speed picked up a little bit, but not too much as the groups went their way. "Don't go shooting yourself in the foot now, Griff." Siren commented as she quickly gave the men not in her group a swift kiss on both cheeks. She didn't give Reaper his those. She was too mad to even think about touching that man at the moment. And he noticed, too.

Griff chuckled and hit his sister's arm. "Don't worry. I got the easy job. You though, don't go scaring Portman and the jokes, okay? A mission like this isn't meant for that."

Siren hung her head as she followed after Goat and Portman. "Yeah, yeah, I got it."

The three of them were silent as they wandered around the halls. Half of Siren's mind was on their task, the other half was on what she had learned. Why hadn't John told her about his sister? Talk of family had come up several, several times over the years between the two of them, but he never once mention Samantha. Why? Why had he been hiding it from her? If it was all over a fight that he and his sister had, she was going to be even more pissed.

"Hey," Portman's voice broke through the line of silence. "There's a door coming up. Get your mind back in on the game, Siren." He ordered.

Siren nodded. "Sorry." she replied, placing her gun under a tighter grip. The door before them was already Genetics research. Goat moved fast, not wanting to goof off.

But as soon as Siren walked in, she wished that she had been with Reaper and his sister than with Goat and Portman. What they found made her feel like she was going to be sick again.

"What the fuck!"

It seemed that Goat agreed with her.

The room was covered in tables full of water tubes with…some types of creatures in it, lining the walls. She leaned down a bit to stare into the first one, and the creature, with wires sticking out of it, looking like it was breathing, and was staring back at her with one, big eyeball. As they continued walking in, looking at the other creatures and the folders all over the place, Siren felt enragement running through her again.

"Stupid Scientists!" She growled. "Always messing with shit that they shouldn't be messing with."

"Pinky, you getting this?" Goat asked.

"Jesus," Came the reply to all of them. "Very cool." He said, but they all could tell by the tone of his voice that he was just about as disgusted as they was.

That was then the cages and the, what appeared to be mummified, hands on the table appeared, and all three of them jumped as a monkey in on of the cages began to screech at Portman, yanking on his cage. That started all the other animals. The dogs, the cats, the other monkeys. That made Siren even more pissed off. She was an animal freak. She loved all types of them. Monkeys, dogs, cats, birds, snakes, mice, ferrets, lizards, frogs, fish; any kind of animal she loved.

Except Bugs.

She couldn't help but give Portman a pat on the back as he breathed hard from fright. He face was still enraged though.

"When we find these damn bastards," She referred to the scientists. "I'm gonna beat their asses so bad, they're going to wish that they hadn't had to have called the RRTS in."

Griff smirked at his sister's comment as he and Reaper followed Samantha down the hall. "Calm down now, Si," He told her. "Let's make sure they're alive and well before any of that okay? Then you can beat their asses after they're let out of the hospital to just send them right back in. Work for you?"

All he got in reply was a scoff.

Griff sighed as they continued to walk. Sometimes his sister was a pain, but he loved her. To an extent. All they had now was each other, after that damn wreck 15 years ago that took their parents away from them, so, since then, they had never been apart. No arguments that tore them up, and no one to the take them away from the other. It seemed that, he glanced at Reaper and Samantha, these two were not on the same floor as he and Siren were.

"So, Reaper," Griff began, and the siblings both perked ears his way. "You mind explaining to me why you lied to my sister about having your own?"

Reaper kept his gaze ahead. "I didn't lie to her."

"Uh-huh," Griff replied with a disbelieving tone. "Well, good luck convincing Siren that, my friend. With that woman, you're going to need all the luck that you can get." Griff walked forward, leaving Reaper to think to himself, and now walked beside Samantha. "Siblings, huh? A pain in the ass." He commented.

Samantha gave him a glance out of the corner of her eyes. "Yes," She gave a small smile. "You can say that again."

"Who's older, you or him?"

"I am, by about three minutes."

"Twins? No shit! Us too. I'm older, only by one minute or so, but still the older one." He held his hand out. "Griffin Rush, but the others just call me Griff."

Samantha glanced at him again for a moment and then shook his hand. "Samantha Grimm, but you can call me Sam."

"All right, Sam." He grinned. "I apologize for my sister, she can let her…feelings for Reaper back there take control sometimes, and she goes crazy, in a matter of speaking. And not just for your brother. Its for everyone that important to her. Reaper didn't tell her anything of having a sister, so when she heard the same last name.." He left it there and Samantha shook her head in understanding.

"Ahh. I see. Well, that's something that little brother is going to have to work out by himself next time he sees her, and by the way she was acting before we all split up, I say its not going to be pretty."

Griff nodded in agreement. "I would agree with that, but that it something I would die to see."

Reaper rolled his eyes. "Griff, stop talking and keep a sharp eye. Its not the time for conversation."

"Yes sir," Griff replied, giving Samantha a wink before sliding back to Reaper. Reaper was the squads Staff Sergeant so he had to listen to what he said.

Goat marked the Genetics room with a 'X' like Sarge had ordered them to and Siren pulled her eyes away from the caged animals. She wanted to let them all free, but she didn't know if they bit, or what those damn scientists had done to them, so she couldn't let them free incase something happened. But, when this was all over, she was going to take them back with her and check them out. If they were all okay, she would find them nice homes, and even, maybe, convince Sarge to let them keep one at the Base with them while she was there.

Fat chance of that, but who knows. Anything could happen.

"Come on, Siren." Goat called to her. She gave the howling animals one more look before following him out the door. It closed behind her, cutting off the sounds. Goat gave the teeth-grinding girl a comforting pat on the shoulder and they hurried after Portman.

They walked through the hall in silence for a few more moments until-

"Goat, Siren, Portman," Pinky began. "There's another room to the north. Past Genetics."

"Copy that." Goat replied as they continued on their way.

"Thanks Pinks," Siren told him as they slowly paced towards the room.

Portman pressed in a code that Siren didn't know he had, nor known how he got it, and the door slid open.

There was a static buzzing that reached Siren's ears as she approached the big hole in the floor. She saw the bed, the sink, the computer, and the toilet and knew immediately what it was.

A holding Cell.

Immediately, ideas of pushing Reaper or maybe his sister in there came to her mind. Or, better yet -she gave the man to her right a sly look- Portman.

"What the hell is that?" Portman asked.

Goat laughed, making Siren watch with a grin. "You never did time, Portman?" He said.

Goat looked at him in anger. "What?"

Goat glanced back over the hole. "This is a holding cell."

"Come on Portman, even I know that." Siren added, walking around the large circle once and stopping again on Goat's other side.

Portman looked at them both like they were crazy. "Bullshit." He knelt down to get a different look. "What makes you think that?"

Goat grinned. "Touch it." Siren's mouth dropped open as Portman actually touched it and yelled out in pain as the blue electricity traveled up to his hand. He pulled back and to his feet and he shook his now throbbing hand. "'Cause the walls are electrified," Goat said as he and Siren laughed at their companion.

"You asshole!" Portman snarled. "Both of you!"

"Why am I the asshole?" Siren asked as she continued to laugh.

"Because you knew and you didn't try and stop me!"

"Hey, don't blame me, honey." Siren held up her hands in defense. "You're lucky that I didn't push you into it. You would have had a hell of a time trying to find your way out of it all by yourself." She turned and exchanged high-fives with a still chuckling Goat before continuing on with their search.