Naktura so badly wanted to go tell Sarge off, she knew she was right, but no one believed her, not even Destroyer. As they ran to the sewer, it was dead silent, art least until everyone else showed up.

"I thought 'being in the shit' was a saying." Portman commented, as he looked down in the sewer.

"Get in the goddamned hole, Portman!" Ordered a very pissed of Sarge.

Portman got in first, and nearly fell, as he got to the last step, of the ladder. Then Naktura who actually splashed some water up at Portman. Finally Destroyer, Dani, Reaper, Kid, and Sarge were finally down in the sewer. Sarge looked over at one of the men.

"Destroyer, cover the exit." He gave a nod, and watched as the other's walked off. He went up to 'Tura before she got to far ahead. "Everything will be fine, go with Goat."

"Be sober, be vigilant because your adversary the devil...walketh about seeking who he may devour." Goat grabbed his cross necklace, and kissed it, and put it in his shirt.

"That's real comforting Goat, that ain't creeping me out at all." Sneered Portman.

All of a sudden Portman disappeared in the water. "PORTMAN!" Sarge yelled, running to help him up. Reaper, and Goat each grabbed an arm, struggling to get him up.

"Grab an arm."

"He's slipping.

"Goddamn son of a bitch is heavy."

"Someone's done there."

Portman coughed a few times, and then started to cuss. "Shit."

"Portman what happened?"

He looked up at Sarge. "I fell in the damn hole. Shit."

"Everyone on me, watch your goddamn footing. Everyone move."

There were four tunnels, meaning groups. "Goat."

"Sir."

"Straight ahead."

"Reaper, take the Kid and go right," Sarge waved them off, "Naktura and Dani, take the back tunnel to the left. Portman you're with me."

Reaper cautiously entered the tunnel he had been assigned. The Kid followed closely behind. At first all Reaper could hear was the sound of the dripping water and the slight noise they made walking through the knee deep water. But his hearing had become more sensitive the longer they stayed in that place. It was like a whisper at first, but Reaper knew that it was more than that. Whipping around his eyes searched the near darkness for movement. He saw nothing, but his instincts told him that something was nearby.

All of a sudden the Kid moved towards him, "You lost your folks right?"

Reaper was immediately pissed. The Kid was talking as if they were back in the barracks. Casual and loud. Dammit. This was not the time or place. "Shut up."

It was like he hadn't said a word.

"Small world," the Kid continued, "I mean I lost my parent's too."

Reaper turned away from him. Hoping the Kid would take a hint and stop talking.

It was a vain hope. "Yea, I mean I woke up one morning and everything was gone. The only thing left was me. They wanted the tv more than they wanted me."

Reaper had finally had enough. Swiftly he turned and grabbed the Kid, pinning him up against the wall of the tunnel.

"Every time you open your mouth, you give away our position." He growled as softly as he could. He, personally, knew how dangerous that was. And how little sound it took to attract the enemy. He was NOT going to die in a sewer.

He glared at the Kid, looking to make sure the young man was listening to him. But, in a moment, he knew something was wrong. He pulled out his red light, something he always carried with him so that he would not lose his night vision in the dark. He pointed the light at the Kid's face.

Son-of-a-bitch! He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You're pupils are dilated. Are you high?"

"Whaaaat?" The Kid stuttered, trying to think of a good answer. He did not want to admit to Reaper what he had done. "No, I got this condition..."

Reaper tightened his grip on the Kid. His fury raging through him. Drugs! What the fuck! The fastest way to get yourself and your buddies killed was by taking that stuff. "I don't care! You take one more shot of that shit and I'll blow holes in you! Are we clear?!?"

The Kid nodded. Unsure whether or not Reaper really meant his threat, but knowing he did not want to find out. He was also feeling a bit ashamed. He admired Reaper greatly. He had never met a soldier quite like him before. The man could pick up a weapon and be an expert with it in under an hour. Nothing ever seemed to faze him.

Reaper smacked him on the chest roughly, before turning to move away. He was very angry at the moment, even as he recognized that it was not uncommon for newbies to use something to help them through their first mission. Several of his closest buddies, at the time, had used something. Still, there was a reason those buddies were dead now.

Just then he heard the noise again. Like the one he had heard earlier only much closer.

Then he saw it! Something moving through the tunnel. He raised his weapon to fire.

And the Kid stepped right in front of his gun! Reaper gave a quick thought to shooting the Kid for being so stupid, but quickly discarded the idea.

"Get down!" He shouted at him.

The Kid began to stutter something.

"Get down!" He shouted again, with more urgency.

This time it seemed to register. Awkwardly the Kid squatted down.

But it was too late. The thing was gone.

"Goat, I think there is something coming up on you." Reaper informed the team.

Goat turned in a full circle, shaking a hell of a lot more than he already was. His light went on, then off, on for a little longer, then off. "Shit." He mumbled. "This can't be happening, my light is down--"

"Don't move I'm on my way." Reaper reported, as he ran through the knee deep water, to reach his comrade.

"Pinky. Pinky, can you see anything?"

Both Mac, and Pinky looked on the computer monitor's. "Nope. Nothing."

Goat looked off in the distance, he saw two eyes. Could it be Dr, Willits? "Dr. Willits?"

The creature snarled at first, then revealed it's other nine eyes. It roared, and then tackled Goat. Goat knew that he couldn't get this thing off of him. He stumbled with it, screaming in pain.

Reaper came running what he thought, just in time. He began to fire, but the creature went off in the shadows. He flashed his light; left then right. "Your Dead!" he yelled as he fired a few bullets into the monster. He punched the thing a few times, then began to shoot it at least 10 more times.

"Reaper. Reaper! REAPER! God-dammit Reaper what the fuck is going on?!":

Reaper ran over to help Goat up, but he looked over at him, he wasn't moving. On his neck, it was all bloody. 'Oh no.' he thought to himself. "MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!!"

As if on command everyone came running over to where Reaper was. Naktura heard man down, she looked at Goat. "MOTHERFUCKER!" She yelled. Everyone knew that Goat was the closest thing she had to a father, and he considered her a daughter. Destroyer came running, and saw Goat down.

"Back to the lab. Let's go!" Sarge bent down to pick up, the lifeless body.

Sarge and Reaper carried Goat between them through the Atrium. The crowd of people there began to panic. Behind them Destroyer, Portman, the Kid and Dani carried a black bag that clearly had a body in it. Naktura followed closely behind, barely containing her fear and pain. How could this have happened? Dammit! Why did Sarge send Goat off on his own? Someone should have been with him! SHE should have been with him. She didn't get to him in time. As soon as she heard his light was down she had known something bad was about to happen, but she just couldn't get to him in time. His cry of pain echoed in her brain. She would never forget it for the rest of her life.

As soon as they got to the infirmary Reaper began working on Goat. Reaper had trained to be the team's EMT.

"Get his vest off him!" Reaper ordered as he pulled the life signs scanner closer and turned it on.

"I've got a weak pulse," Duke commented. He held Goat's hand as he felt for the pulse in his wrist. Goat had always watched out for him. Spent hours training him on how to stay alive in any situation he might enter. The man had gotten a bit weird with the religious stuff, but he had always been a great friend and mentor.

"Portman, get me a line in here," Reaper instructed Portman - each of the men knew how to start and IV. It was a requirement for any member of the RRTS to know. "Kid, keep pressure on that wound."

The Kid hesitated only for a brief second. He had never seen anyone hurt like this before. The adrenaline had burned out anything that was left of the drugs that Portman had given him. Quickly he picked up a cloth and covered the wound on Goat's neck.

Reaper looked at Duke, "How's the pulse?"

Duke shook his head, "I'm losing him."

"Dani, get me a shot of adrenaline."

Dani loaded up a syringe as Sam stepped back to put her arm around Naktura. The women had barely met, but Sam could see how shaken up she was. Naktura gasped as the life signs monitor went flat. Sam held her tighter.

"I've lost the pulse," Duke spoke softly.

"Ok, let's defib," Reaper commanded as he pulled sensitive wireless monitors off the defibrillator machine and placed them on Goat's chest.

"Come on man!" Destroyer spoke to Goat, hoping his friend would hear him and fight to make it back.

"CLEAR!" Reaper shouted and hit Goat with the first shock of electricity.

A slight pulse appeared on the screen.

Just at that moment Sarge noticed something, "Where the hell is Carmack?"

Dani thought it was ridiculous timing for Sarge to notice something like that. Goat was dying. Sarge could just be so insensitive sometimes.

"He disappeared," Sam answered.

"What do you mean, he disappeared?" Sarge demanded.

"He's gone. He disappeared. " Sam answered, she too was annoyed with Sarge. It seemed to her there was a more urgent matter at hand.

"I've lost the pulse again," Duke felt the panic run through him. This was bad. Really bad.

"Shit," Reaper growled, "Ok, gonna defib, CLEAR!"

He hit him again. Nothing.

"Come on..." Reaper glared at the monitor as if demanding it show him what he wanted to see.

"We're losing him." Duke spoke his deepest fear.

"Dani, give me that adrenalin," Reaper held his hand out.

Dani handed him the syringe. Quickly Reaper injected it. Watching for a response. Again, nothing.

"Come on you son of a bitch," Reaper fought back his own fear. He was not going to lose another teammate! "Ok, going again. CLEAR!"

Reaper watched the monitor. Willing it to show signs of life. But there was nothing. No pulse. No blood pressure. And, worst of all, no brain activity. He watched, waiting, hoping, yet knowing the truth that he couldn't bare to face. He looked down at Goat. One of the men he had served the longest with. One of the men who had been there for him when Jumper died in the jungle. How could this have happened? How did that thing get by him? How could he have let this happen?

Finally he breathed the words no one wanted to hear. "He's gone."