"Get in here quick!" Youngman scampered into the room, barely making
it when Reeves slammed the door."
"What the hell was that?" Youngman gasped.
"I dunno. HQ's been calling 'em 'fiends'" Wallace answered. "Same thing that got Hall"
"Wallace, this is the transfer matter research room?" Reeves asked
"This is it."
"GET DOWN GRUNTS!" Reeves yelled.
The trio squatted under the cabinets. Clunky soldiers lumbered around, throwing desks and tables over.
Reeves gritted his teeth. "Each of us takes one, ones in front, two on the sides. Pop up in three, two…"
The grunts fell easily. Their major fault was their stupidity. This room was spotted with large glass tubes filled with beams of electricity, large magnets, and other electrical oddities. The strangest piece in the room was in the back of it. It laid upon a table, hooked in. It was a rifle. Nothing like the soldiers had ever seen before.
"What the hell were the scientists doing with a pretty gun like this?" Reeves asked, eyeing over the piece of equipment.
Wallace flipped through some papers found next to it. "I don't think it's a gun. It looks like it was meant to hook up to a larger machine, in order to teleport smaller items quicker, kinda like a…a mini-version of the slipgates.
Reeves threw the strap around his shoulder. "Let's see if it's a gun or not."
"I don't think this is a good idea…maybe we should just"
"Stop whining Youngman," He aimed the rifle at a window and pulled the trigger. The windows exploded into millions of fragments of glass.
"Nothing came out of the barrel?!" Youngman looked with suspicion.
Reeves smiled "It's a gun."
"C'mon guys let's head out we gotta get to the equipment storage room," said Wallace.
He flicked the light-switch on. Whatever light bulbs weren't destroyed painfully glowed. "Well it seems this power grid hasn't been knocked out." Wallace said proudly.
"Enough technical chat, where the door to the equipment room." Reeves complained. The trio looked around, no door to be found.
The trio looked around. Large iron grates stuck out of the wall with wires reaching to multiple parts of it. "What the hell does this thing do?" Youngman questioned.
Wallace glanced at it. Looks like some sort of…control system." He pulled a wire up to a section of the grating and the security cameras shot out of the wall. Another wire opened a drawer full of mini-computers. "One of these must open the door…but there has gotta be hundreds of combinations. Damnit…maybe I can…" Wallace mumbled away.
Youngman slowly stepped back in fear "Uhh…uhh…uh-oh"
"SHIT!" Reeves opened fire on grunts that came in from the previous room. Youngman supplied some flying lead too.
He tried to yell over the fire "AREN'T THESE THE GUYS WE JUST KILLED?"
"I THINK SO." Reeves yelled in response.
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
"WHO THE HELL CARES, JUST SHOOT! WALLACE CAN WE GET SOME HELP HERE? THESE GUYS DON'T LOOK LIKE THEY'RE GONNA STOP!"
"I'm trying to get the damn door to open! Hold them off, don't let 'em shoot the electrical grate, 'kay?" Wallace yelled lazily.
"GOD DAMNIT WALLACE"
The grunts were somehow undead. After getting hit they would fall, only just to come back up again. They wouldn't stop until their flesh was ripped off to the bone.
"YOUNGMAN WATCH OUT!" Reeves deep voice bellowed "YOUR POWER ARMOR IS ALMOST DEAD!"
"SHIT! IF THIS THING GOES DEAD, SO AM I!"
"HOLD IN THERE I'M GONNA NEED YOUR HELP KEEPING THESE GUYS OFF"
A bullet ricocheted off of the grate Wallace worked at, missing him by an inch, "HEY! WHAT THE F DID I SAY ABOUT SHOOTING THE GRATE?"
"QUIT YOUR MOANING AND GET UP HERE WALLACE!"
"Ya' know Reeves! If they break this thing…" Reeves ignored Wallace.
"HOWS YOUR ARMOR YOUNGMAN?"
"BAD! SHOULD I…CRAP ITS OUT!"
"GET DOWN! I'LL HOLD THESE GUYS OFF FOR NOW. RUN THE EMERGENCY BACKUP POWER AND GET BACK UP HERE!" The fight against the re-animated terrors was a long one.
Wallace's mind clicked: Emergency Backup Power…
"What the hell was that?" Youngman gasped.
"I dunno. HQ's been calling 'em 'fiends'" Wallace answered. "Same thing that got Hall"
"Wallace, this is the transfer matter research room?" Reeves asked
"This is it."
"GET DOWN GRUNTS!" Reeves yelled.
The trio squatted under the cabinets. Clunky soldiers lumbered around, throwing desks and tables over.
Reeves gritted his teeth. "Each of us takes one, ones in front, two on the sides. Pop up in three, two…"
The grunts fell easily. Their major fault was their stupidity. This room was spotted with large glass tubes filled with beams of electricity, large magnets, and other electrical oddities. The strangest piece in the room was in the back of it. It laid upon a table, hooked in. It was a rifle. Nothing like the soldiers had ever seen before.
"What the hell were the scientists doing with a pretty gun like this?" Reeves asked, eyeing over the piece of equipment.
Wallace flipped through some papers found next to it. "I don't think it's a gun. It looks like it was meant to hook up to a larger machine, in order to teleport smaller items quicker, kinda like a…a mini-version of the slipgates.
Reeves threw the strap around his shoulder. "Let's see if it's a gun or not."
"I don't think this is a good idea…maybe we should just"
"Stop whining Youngman," He aimed the rifle at a window and pulled the trigger. The windows exploded into millions of fragments of glass.
"Nothing came out of the barrel?!" Youngman looked with suspicion.
Reeves smiled "It's a gun."
"C'mon guys let's head out we gotta get to the equipment storage room," said Wallace.
He flicked the light-switch on. Whatever light bulbs weren't destroyed painfully glowed. "Well it seems this power grid hasn't been knocked out." Wallace said proudly.
"Enough technical chat, where the door to the equipment room." Reeves complained. The trio looked around, no door to be found.
The trio looked around. Large iron grates stuck out of the wall with wires reaching to multiple parts of it. "What the hell does this thing do?" Youngman questioned.
Wallace glanced at it. Looks like some sort of…control system." He pulled a wire up to a section of the grating and the security cameras shot out of the wall. Another wire opened a drawer full of mini-computers. "One of these must open the door…but there has gotta be hundreds of combinations. Damnit…maybe I can…" Wallace mumbled away.
Youngman slowly stepped back in fear "Uhh…uhh…uh-oh"
"SHIT!" Reeves opened fire on grunts that came in from the previous room. Youngman supplied some flying lead too.
He tried to yell over the fire "AREN'T THESE THE GUYS WE JUST KILLED?"
"I THINK SO." Reeves yelled in response.
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
"WHO THE HELL CARES, JUST SHOOT! WALLACE CAN WE GET SOME HELP HERE? THESE GUYS DON'T LOOK LIKE THEY'RE GONNA STOP!"
"I'm trying to get the damn door to open! Hold them off, don't let 'em shoot the electrical grate, 'kay?" Wallace yelled lazily.
"GOD DAMNIT WALLACE"
The grunts were somehow undead. After getting hit they would fall, only just to come back up again. They wouldn't stop until their flesh was ripped off to the bone.
"YOUNGMAN WATCH OUT!" Reeves deep voice bellowed "YOUR POWER ARMOR IS ALMOST DEAD!"
"SHIT! IF THIS THING GOES DEAD, SO AM I!"
"HOLD IN THERE I'M GONNA NEED YOUR HELP KEEPING THESE GUYS OFF"
A bullet ricocheted off of the grate Wallace worked at, missing him by an inch, "HEY! WHAT THE F DID I SAY ABOUT SHOOTING THE GRATE?"
"QUIT YOUR MOANING AND GET UP HERE WALLACE!"
"Ya' know Reeves! If they break this thing…" Reeves ignored Wallace.
"HOWS YOUR ARMOR YOUNGMAN?"
"BAD! SHOULD I…CRAP ITS OUT!"
"GET DOWN! I'LL HOLD THESE GUYS OFF FOR NOW. RUN THE EMERGENCY BACKUP POWER AND GET BACK UP HERE!" The fight against the re-animated terrors was a long one.
Wallace's mind clicked: Emergency Backup Power…