Brammer walked into the Squadron Tactics Room. It was rows of men,
back to back, sitting at computer monitors, watching the fight from all
views.
One of the workers stepper up, "Mr. Brammer, sir we have unfortunate news."
"Well, let's hear it then…"
"Team Alpha has been eliminated. We are back to where we started. We are still holding them off at the exits. What should we do sir?"
"Send Team Beta in through the pick-up station then use explosives to destroy the station and break into the hallway."
"Yes, sir." He returned to his communications monitor.
"GET DOWN!" A huge chunk of the wall shot out, trailing smoke and fire behind it. The pick-up station was the equivalent of a drive-through only backwards. This spot was for vehicles to unload whatever cargo they may have brought for the complex.
The soldiers rushed in, M16s in hand; blowing away any freak enemy they could spot. They had reached the prime technology development center. This is where the technology needed to operate the slipgates was produced. Years of research in the form of computer chips and robot parts were being lost in the firefight. Silicon boards melted away. A soldier radioed in, "We've made it to the door to the chemical research room. DAMN! It's locked."
"Can't you just blast it open?" The communications advisor asked.
"No, it's an armored auto-lock. Where is the nearest control panel?"
"Let's see…" The advisor scanned the maps on the computer screen "…it says here the only door lock controls are in the main security office."
"All the way at the entrance?!" The soldier complained.
"Unfortunately, yes."
The group changed their direction into the main offices. Most of the grunts had been cleared here because of Alpha team's doing and the forces outside the offices. Bullets flew through the windows, leading to the night sky. "Crap, the door to the security center is blocked by all this debris. It'll take too much time to clear them out by hand." The soldier held the radio to his mouth and yelled, "Any other entrances to security?" The communicator checked again, "Yeah, the server room should be near there. Once you're in there the door will connect you to the security offices."
The server room door slowly swung open. Uneasy soldiers stepped in. The room was filled with hundreds of computers slowly buzzing and humming away. The scary part of this all was this room was apparently untouched. There was no blood, no destruction, no bullet holes or anything. Boots slid along the smooth tile floor.
They had made it to a door at the right side of the room. No grunts, rotweilers, nothing. A soldier pulled the door gently. They all gave a sigh of relief, walking into the security center. "Okay, which switch to open the door to chemical research?" The communicator brought up his maps again "Ok go for…uh, guys…something's following you GET DOWN!"
"RRRAAAGGGHHH" A torn computer hit the wall.
A soldier near the doorway looked around, "What the?? Holy…"
It was a short furry animal, white hair. It bore two loping claws as arms and two short legs, giving it a surprising jump that it used to latch onto the soldier's face.
"AHHH GET IT OFF ME! AHHH!"
It clawed away at his face. Bits of skull, flesh, and blood smacked against the wall.
"Get off him, asshole" Eight pellets stuck into the beasts head as it flopped off the corpse.
"Aw, Christ, he cleaned Hall's whole head right out."
"Stop moaning, Youngman, let's get this fucking mission over with. Wallace contact HQ again and open that damn door."
"Alright, Reeves." "This is Wallace, HQ we are fine, what do we have to do to get this door open?"
"Alright, all sub-section power just went out. Your going to have to pull the level labeled CRD01 to ready the hydraulics. Because of the power failure you'll have to manually reactivate electricity. Go back into the main offices and head to the 'Transfer Matter Research'. From their go to equipment storage and get all the electrical supplies you can hold, you're going to need to replace a lot of the fried ones to get that door open."
"Damn. Another detour."
One of the workers stepper up, "Mr. Brammer, sir we have unfortunate news."
"Well, let's hear it then…"
"Team Alpha has been eliminated. We are back to where we started. We are still holding them off at the exits. What should we do sir?"
"Send Team Beta in through the pick-up station then use explosives to destroy the station and break into the hallway."
"Yes, sir." He returned to his communications monitor.
"GET DOWN!" A huge chunk of the wall shot out, trailing smoke and fire behind it. The pick-up station was the equivalent of a drive-through only backwards. This spot was for vehicles to unload whatever cargo they may have brought for the complex.
The soldiers rushed in, M16s in hand; blowing away any freak enemy they could spot. They had reached the prime technology development center. This is where the technology needed to operate the slipgates was produced. Years of research in the form of computer chips and robot parts were being lost in the firefight. Silicon boards melted away. A soldier radioed in, "We've made it to the door to the chemical research room. DAMN! It's locked."
"Can't you just blast it open?" The communications advisor asked.
"No, it's an armored auto-lock. Where is the nearest control panel?"
"Let's see…" The advisor scanned the maps on the computer screen "…it says here the only door lock controls are in the main security office."
"All the way at the entrance?!" The soldier complained.
"Unfortunately, yes."
The group changed their direction into the main offices. Most of the grunts had been cleared here because of Alpha team's doing and the forces outside the offices. Bullets flew through the windows, leading to the night sky. "Crap, the door to the security center is blocked by all this debris. It'll take too much time to clear them out by hand." The soldier held the radio to his mouth and yelled, "Any other entrances to security?" The communicator checked again, "Yeah, the server room should be near there. Once you're in there the door will connect you to the security offices."
The server room door slowly swung open. Uneasy soldiers stepped in. The room was filled with hundreds of computers slowly buzzing and humming away. The scary part of this all was this room was apparently untouched. There was no blood, no destruction, no bullet holes or anything. Boots slid along the smooth tile floor.
They had made it to a door at the right side of the room. No grunts, rotweilers, nothing. A soldier pulled the door gently. They all gave a sigh of relief, walking into the security center. "Okay, which switch to open the door to chemical research?" The communicator brought up his maps again "Ok go for…uh, guys…something's following you GET DOWN!"
"RRRAAAGGGHHH" A torn computer hit the wall.
A soldier near the doorway looked around, "What the?? Holy…"
It was a short furry animal, white hair. It bore two loping claws as arms and two short legs, giving it a surprising jump that it used to latch onto the soldier's face.
"AHHH GET IT OFF ME! AHHH!"
It clawed away at his face. Bits of skull, flesh, and blood smacked against the wall.
"Get off him, asshole" Eight pellets stuck into the beasts head as it flopped off the corpse.
"Aw, Christ, he cleaned Hall's whole head right out."
"Stop moaning, Youngman, let's get this fucking mission over with. Wallace contact HQ again and open that damn door."
"Alright, Reeves." "This is Wallace, HQ we are fine, what do we have to do to get this door open?"
"Alright, all sub-section power just went out. Your going to have to pull the level labeled CRD01 to ready the hydraulics. Because of the power failure you'll have to manually reactivate electricity. Go back into the main offices and head to the 'Transfer Matter Research'. From their go to equipment storage and get all the electrical supplies you can hold, you're going to need to replace a lot of the fried ones to get that door open."
"Damn. Another detour."