There goes that buzzing for November 25th for Friday. It is close to the end of this month, and there is still plenty of Thanksgiving food left over. Claire cooked a big ass turkey with pineapples and Sherry made her delicious potato salad dressing. To top it all off, John cooked the dressing; Clark didn't forget to bring the pumpkin and sweet potato pie this time. You all remember how good it was this past week to sit around and feast heavy. Now, you have to bring some to work since your coworkers are begging; the good news about today is how well things have gone smoothly since your rise to authority. There has been no screw-ups, no bribes, no illegal shipping, and no mistakes in any reports.

From September 20th that Wednesday two months ago, no word from Kenny Wilco and definitly no words or sighting from Becky Longstail. It has been work, papers, crime stopping, domestic problems, credit card scams, and wanna-be crazy nut cases trying to be hard. There have been moments of heat on you and your department; however, everything has been taken care of with ease. The best part was the large crime bust during October from 13th to 17th. It was four days of slapping around the weakest link of bad guys to finding the shipment. Those days were hectic, but once it was over, you had the honor to put your team on the news. Clark, John, Claire, and Sherry were the honorable police of dome three that day.

You hop out of the shower with a smile on your face and coffee in your hand. It is close to 06:30am and that means you better hurry to work. And the staff better give thanks to you and your dream team for making the best feast ever. You hear a knock at your door and here they all come in. They are making some noise this day. Clark is bossy but swears he didn't do anything wrong. John is still telling bad jokes and improving. Sherry and Claire are helping you pack up the food to deliver. It is going to be a good Friday. Everything is ready and now you all need to go. John is driving with you in the passenger seat; Sherry and Clark are in the back seats with Claire taking the gunner seat.

These past two months have made things easy for you all to come together. With certain people not in your life, it was great. John drives you all from dome one to dome three. It is time to talk, laugh, joke, remember, and give thanks to the fact that you are all still alive and living up to Blake Johnson's message.

You say, "I swear I still don't know how you manage to eat all of the turkey and dressing, Sherry. You sure you don't want to tell us how big your mouth is?"

Sherry replies, "Oh, fuck you, Mar...Capt Breningham. My mouth is not that big. I was just hungry that day."

Clark adds, "Well, from what we all saw, your mouth is big enough to fit anything in it. I wonder what else you have been doing in your spare time."

You and Clark laugh, but here comes Claire, "I know you are not talking Clark. You ate so much that you should be pregant. Unless it is that time of the month for you?"

John laughs, "Oh no, Clark is not expecting. If he is having a baby, then I guess that means I'll be the uncle."

Clark groans with joy, "Dear God, no way John. If you are the uncle, then I need to see who raised you."

You say, "Don't mind him. As much as we talk about the food you put away, Clark did more than stuff his face. I swear he had about three large pieces of meat in his throat. So, what else can you swallow, Clark?"

Everyone looks at him and Clark answers, "I know you are not trying to be funny when you can swallow just as much as I can."

Everyone laughs out loud and complains about the answer from Clark. You are all feeling good and ready to spread the joy.

Claire says, "Oh, I hope you did bring the rest of the sweet potato pie. You know the others will be pissed if you didn't."

John replies, "Yes, he did. You better make some more since you are taking the rest. I wanted you to keep the pies just for us."

Clark says, "Ok, ok. I'll be sure to make us at least three more the next time I go grocery shopping. But, you better bring us the drinks this time."

Claire interrupts, "Oh no, I got the drinks this time. Sherry, be sure to bring more of my favorite apples too."

Sherry smiles, "I know. You want the candy apple or carmel apple? Better yet, I'll be sure to bring both."

The trip to dome three has you all full of good times to remember. Once you get to HQ, you see a surprise. At the front of the building, military and dome official security cars are present. This is an odd way to start the morning. John parks the jeep and you all step out. With quick calls, the military and security agents ask you to come with them. You issue out last minute orders to your friends before you leave them. You walk inside and go straight to your office. It is quite the wake up surprise you didn't expect. There is Laura Croft and Michael Ryner standing inside by your desk.

Laura extends her hand to you, "Good morning and it is good to see you again."

Michael says, "Good morning, Capt. Breningham. I hope you like news for today."

You ask, "I didn't expect neither of you to be here. What brings the military leader and dome official down here? Did something happen with your work, or am I getting a new position?"

The door opens and in walks your notorious roach. Kenny Motherfucking Wilco is in the room and late for the introductions. The door locks and Laura pulls up a video for you to see. You see a horrifying mess. The video is a camera showing carnage around the area. The camera is knocked over, and there is something heavy stomping around towards a woman.

She says, "Please, no. Don't kill me. Please..."

Her face is ripped off with no trouble. It is a terrifying sight to see. The massive monster moves elsewhere, but the feed ends. It is obvious to say what is going on.

Laura clears her throat, "What you all saw was as real as it gets. The monster got out of containment and started killing people. We managed to lock it down in the lower levels, but no one can go down there. Not to mention, it would seem other 'parts' are missing. I can't tell you much, but this situation is a mess. And I may need all of you to help keep this from the public eye."

You ask, "What do you need from the dome three police? We are ready to assist."

Kenny replies, "You can assist with what you know. You knew this was going to happen, so how about you fill in the gaps for us."

You try to answer, but Kenny interrupts, "Don't you fucking lie to us. If you know anything about the Sarah monster, it is time to come clean and..."

Michael steps to him, "Kenny, how about you shut the fuck up? This isn't the blame-game here and you are on thin ice as it is."

Kenny turns to Michael, "You better watch how you talk to me, Michael. I am not some space cop like this fool here. I had my eyes on this scum for..."

Laura comes to Kenny, "And we had eyes on you too. Shall I refresh your memory with the last conversation you both had two months back when you tried to intimidate him with authority? Now, I am telling you to lower your fucking voice or I can just go ahead and issue a military law right now for dome two."

Kenny backs up, "What kind of monkey shit is this? I am the dome official of dome two. You should be questioning him. Marvin knows something. Ask..."

You roar, "So, why don't we tell them about the coordinates that Logan had on him about some weapon cache? You want to throw me under the bus? Fuck it, let's tell them everything, Kenny."

The words 'weapon cache' catch their interest. Kenny lowers his voice and steps outside of the room to stay off their view. Laura and Michael lock the door again.

Michael asks, "What is it that Kenny doesn't want us to know? What weapon cache did Logan know about?"

You answer, "Mr. Leonard found a location deep in the south away from the domes that contain weapons. Kenny wanted the police to kill him before he could tell me or anyone anything about it. I saved the location in my pad to give to you. I hope you both or one of you go to check it out."

Laura asks, "We have an idea of what the weapon cache is, but you now have given us the final piece to find these weapons. I'll send my people to secure it. Is there anything else?"

You turn to her, "I know this is a lot to tell, but what happen to Sarah. How did she get out?"

She sighs and replies, "Somehow, one of our scientist found her seperate from the monster. So, they removed her from the containment and that is when the shit show started. It seems the monster itself lost it and went on a rampage. It manage to break through our toughest glass like it was paper. I am still getting the details on what happen but I need more from the police. For now, we kept this quiet, and we need your people to help."

Michael sighs and says, "The last thing we need is a panic from the people if they learn this monster is out of containment. Right now, we and Kenny know of the incident. If you can help us out in anyway, please do so. The monster is trapped in the lower levels. Right now, we are keeping it down there."

You answer, "I don't have anything that I can help you with, but I'll send you some reinforcements to the military site. You will get the swat teams to support your military, and we will issue a curfew for the people of dome three. Right now, the only question I got is when did you both know of our problems?"

Laura says, "Your old captain Blake Johnson had more than just ways to get the help he needed. So, consider this our way of paying him back. Kenny may be threatening, but he will mind where he steps. You don't need to fear him."

Michael includes, "And if he tries anything again that paints you as the suspect, I assure you that Kenny will not have long to keep his title as a dome official. For now, send us what you can and take care of the dome. We already sent an alert to the others to let them know of a new curfew that is going in effect as of today."

You wash your hands of the issue, but it is interesting to know that Sarah got out. She must be having a field day down in the lower levels. With nothing else to say, Laura and Michael leave to resume their work. You put the message out there to your fellow officers and hope all goes well. The day goes on and work is back on track; however, your friends know better than to trust what they hear you tell everyone. You head out for lunch to get away from the HQ. Right behind your back, here is your friends, waiting for you to tell them more.

John asks, "Ok, that was really perplexing, Marvin. What is going on that a curfew has been placed on the people?"

Clark says, "Let's not push the issue too hard. We only know very little."

Claire sarcastically says, "Well, Clark. I don't know about you but this whole situation needs to be pushed as hard as it can go. Why was the dome and military leader here?"

You answer, "They had some trouble in one of their containment levels. They just want to keep the people safe. That is all they told me."

Sherry says, "Does it have anything to do with Sarah? Did the monster get free?"

You carefully reply, "They almost had a containment breach, but the monster is still down there. They asked me to make sure we send swat to provide them with backup. Right now, they have teams down there cleaning up any and all spills. Our swat team is to keep panic from happening. Other than that, that is all they told me."

With everyone wondering what is going on, you do your best to keep the information to a minimum with the people that know it. Right now, only three people know. Hopefully, your friends won't ask you anything else. The only few questions that you want answers to was about Sarah. After lunch is over, you return back to HQ and spread the word to the swat team leaders and make sure they are extra careful. The most important rule you remind them: 'Do Not Look At It.' With the day over with, you finish up filing the paperwork and catch a ride back while your friends leave without you.

The damn papers seem to pile up after the morning passes. Now, it is time for you to go home and enjoy the night. Wow, it is already 18:30pm and the sun is nearly going down. You catch a ride and head back to dome one. You get dropped off and find your door slightly open. This does not bode well; it is time to be ready for anything. You take out your handgun and make sure it is loaded. You advance slowly and push open the door. So far, nothing seems out of place but the person or people are in the back. You look up to see your flash light on the shelf. Rather than risk being found out, you use it to search. So far, nothing in the living room; however, you see the freezer is wide open. You move around the counter and see a mess. The refrigator is open and food is everywhere.

The leftovers from the Thanksgiving feast have been taken out and wasted. You move forward and check it. Maybe it is someone with who is homeless or starving; there goes the first sound you hear. It sounds like someone is eating; you move to the bedroom and check everywhere. So far, no one is found. THUMP! You hear it and quickly make for the bathroom. You see some kind of humaniod being hunched over on the floor. There is food on the floor and the steak from the freezer is being eaten too. You slowly back up only to bump the door. Shit! The humaniod creature drops the meat and slowly stands up.

It turns around to see you. You see four eyes, sharp fangs with a large mouth, long fingers, a tail, and five arms of different forms. You don't raise your gun just yet but the creature moans with soft voice. You are unsure what comes next until it speaks.

It says, "Mar...Marvin? It...it is me...Sarah. I got...out."

You reply, "Sarah? It has been... two months. How...how did you get out?"

Your gun slips from your hand and causes her to react. You try to reach for it, but Sarah growls now.

She says, "Don't MoVe... so FAST! I don't want... to KilL yoU."

You try to get the gun, but Sarah growls again, "Please, don't...pick up...the gun."

With your life now in trouble, you ask, "Sarah, I need you to calm down. I am not going to shoot you. I just want to know how you got out. You can trust me."

Sarah steps forward, "Marvin...I need...I NEED...WhY did you let ThEm...take me?"

She sounds pissed and annoyed. It is hard to tell if she will leap at you. Sarah drools with delight and gives you a smile if that was a smile. With quick hands, you grab your gun and aim at her. That was a mistake. The flesh and bones tear within her body. Her fangs disappear, but her mouth is slightly larger. You slowly back up and aim your gun at her. The change isn't much and she now speaks with complete sentences.

Sarah shouts, "Why did you pick up the gun?!"