I wanted to say thanks to all of you that are reading, following and favoring. Then making it to 7,500 views which are amazing and over a hundred faves and follows. I didn't think many would like it - but I was proved wrong and thank you. So to you new readers and the usual ones I hope you can enjoy this new chapter. Also, I made a small edit to ch 3 that affects the story a bit so if ya don't read you may be confused. So I hope you enjoy and leave a review.

Also to the few who have been asking questions I said that it has elements of Hitman but will not follow the same exact storyline. There will be a few references but not the exact storyline, and because its RWBY expect some wired situations like you would expect to see in the show or other stories.

Fish out of water

May 15th – One of the doctors was severely hurt during a routine blood sample test of 47. The guard who had escorted him was momentarily inattentive, and we found the doctor unconscious with several needles in his arms. Surprisingly 47 was calm after the incident and was escorted back to his quarters without problems. Upon interrogation, the guard explained that it had all happened very fast and that he was unable to stop 47 himself. We have now doubled the guard when 47 makes his visits to the doctor. He is becoming more violent towards the staff.

Forty-seven looked out at the sea watching the morning sunrise as it reflected off the calm sea creating an almost soothing feeling as he stood near a crowded area by the railing. He also made sure he stayed away from the other people around to keep a low profile. After arriving the village where he was going to catch the boat he checked the car finding clothes that were more fitting for the area. The clothes were a coat, shoes and fresh pants that replaced his old bloody pair. They didn't match at all as people saw his clothes, but he didn't care as he was much more warm with the coat and no longer having the danger of someone seeing blood on him.

He kept his pistols hidden under the coat and left what he couldn't carry on him he sold it to a pawn shop getting almost a thousand lien for the rifle and radio since they were from the Atlas military while selling the other stuff. He was then able to get the car on board and travel with him in storage with the other shipments they had. Strange how it moves cargo and passengers.

Forty-seven just stayed up top standing at the side watching the ocean as they crossed the sea, about half an hour since they left shore. But as he looked out at this sight it was different to him. He'd spent his whole life in the labs learning, training, and enduring. He's never seen anything like it out here in the world. He knew what things were from his teachings, such as the kingdoms, government, and academy. But now that he was outside in the real world and seeing everything for the first time with his own eyes not some screen or training room simulation, it was interesting.

He looked down listening to the water splash against the ship as he watched the ice bumped off the metal while smelling the salt in the air.

He continued watching the sea while hearing footsteps on his right coming closer to him, and they weren't the footsteps of the children he's seen running around the ship. They were heavier as he listened to them taking steps all the way over to him. They stopped and no one spoke hopefully they were gone going inside the ship but he was wrong.

"I couldn't help but notice you traveling alone, or are you with those two huntresses we have onboard?" The voice was old and rough as he heard the question. He glanced overseeing it was an older man with a white beard, same for his eyebrows. He looked at the man's clothes seeing that he was the captain, the symbol on his hat is the biggest give away besides his uniform. He looked back at the ocean watching the water now as the sun had finally risen. Forty-seven ignored him and continued to look out at the ice in the water.

"I take that as a no then, but you know it's very rare to see people travel all alone on a boat, can get very lonely out here at sea without someone to speak to." Forty-seven listened to the man, who rested their arms on the rails looking out at the sea. He was humoring him since the man was no harm, although he should continue speaking so not to cause any suspicion towards himself.

"So it is." He responded still watching the sea as the captain chuckled a bit.

"You know the ones who usually travel on their own tend to have the more interesting stories with them."

"That can be true in the sense." He responded glancing the other way looking at the passengers seeing they were all with a child or another person.

"Well I'll be, usually by the time I bring that up is when they try and change the subject, or get a bit hostile."

"Well, I see no reason to do that. You are just a curious man seeing so many faces each day." Forty-seven responded in what may have been the longest sentence he's given someone in all the years he's been alive. He usually just gives one-word answers to people or even a few words, but maybe this would get him to leave.

That's pretty accurate there." He stood up again and began walking off.

"Just a little reminder to ya, these trips are pretty boring and ya may wish to step inside its pretty cold out here." He walked off leaving Forty-seven to look out at the icy water as there were less and less as they were exiting the cold climate and slowly entering the warmer waters. It didn't bother him at all, but he remembered what he said about it being boring as he listened to his footsteps get farther from him. But he knew the man was lying because once they left the cold climates and were in the warm waters the sea would become dangerous as the Grimm will be all over the sea. The captain was obviously lying in order to keep the other passengers calm and not panic. If they did it would only be making more trouble for them as the panic will attract many Grimm towards them then as if one just came close to attack the ship. The chances of being attacked would be much lower if they all remained oblivious to that fact.

He ran his hand over the short amount of hair he had growing. He sighed watching the steam that came from his nose quickly disappear from sight and he looked down at the waters seeing his reflection in the rippling water.

"Hopefully it will remain that way."

The good doctor sat in his chair as he watched the ice in his glass, that did have scotch, slowly melt as he sat and waited for when his 'friend' Dr. Grey would respond back to him about his little deal. He knew she would do it, but he had to wait for a response back after her little...episode he likes to call it. When he had first met her she was an interesting woman in psychology and medicine. But, she was also useful when someone needed convincing when they needed something. Even to this day he still couldn't understand how no matter what she does to a person be it small cuts that would cause intense amounts of pain to complete amputation of limbs. She could always put them back together without any scars or evidence of what she has done. Well, the physical scars at least.

But she was a very good 'friend' to have in the type of business and work he's done. But she did have a tendency to have her episode. It usually happens when she finds something that will interest her and she just has to have her hands on it to research and psychoanalyzes whether it was human or faunus. He would give her whatever it was to keep her on his side, but the one thing that she became obsessed with was his perfect creation.

He kept Forty-seven a secret from many, but he did everything he could to ensure that she never found out about him. But it failed and she discovered him during one of the routine check-ups where he had attacked the doctor that was administering his injections. Forty-seven had slipped from the guard's grasp and stabbed the man with multiple needles in his left and right arm rendering him unconscious and later dead from all the mixtures in his blood.

After that, she had seen what had happened and tried speaking with him without Ort-Mayer knowing. But when he gave her no answer and a look that was emotionless other than all the others it had sparked her curiosity. It escalated so far that when he had finally allowed her a few minutes to see him it changed into a full-blown chase through the compound. He regretted that but was able to calm her down by allowing her to do tests with him. Forty-seven didn't seem too keen on seeing her again. He remembered Forty-seven would pull many of the tricks he pulled on the doctor's to get her to leave him alone or just completely attack Dr. Grey. But no matter what she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She didn't stop trying to study and analyze him, and Forty-seven never stopped trying to get away from her. Hopefully, she responded back to him about his deal with her soon before Forty-seven arrived.

It was a very nice afternoon as June sat in her garden listening to the bird's chirp and fly around in the trees. She loved all the open land all around their home. It was probably more of an estate with the size of their home and all the land around them. But she wasn't thinking about any of that, all she was focused on was a bed of flowers filled with white roses as a small tree that was in the center of it all. She looked at the young sapling that had grown much larger after all these years.

She planted it months after the incident, so she could remember the child she lost. She'd actually be lying if she said she was enjoying this, the pain was still there in her chest. It was small but still there every time she saw his grave and tree. She couldn't get rid of her guilt no matter how much her husband told her it wasn't. She should have listened to him. She shouldn't have stayed and waited.

A tear slowly ran down her cheek as she sat there, it was still too much for her.

"You okay, mom?"

'Joan,'

She quickly wiped away her tears before turning to look at her daughter. She looked at her baby girl already sixteen years old. The time went by so quickly from when she held her in her arms at the hospital when she first laid eyes on her. She was so big now.

"Yes, Joan?" She asked looking at her as she got up from her seat.

"...U-uh dad wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go on the trip." She asked her making her mom wide eyes slightly. Was it that time already, they didn't go on the trip until summer.

"Uh, dad said because Athena and Angela were gone for a bit when we were supposed to go on the trip, he just waited for everyone to be here so we could all go for our family trip." They both were finishing up a mission up in Mantle and called saying that they were taking a boat and then get on an airship to Patch in about two or three days depending on the weather and other things.

"Oh, yes that's right. Tell him I'll be there in a minute,"

"Alright."

She turned away leaving her mother to sit in the garden letting her take her time even, even after all these years she doesn't know about her dead twin.

Once she was gone June just stood there looking up at the blue sky watching as the clouds slowly moved through the sky blocking the sun for just a moment before the sun was free to shine down on the garden again. She looked back at the small tree that would still have a long time before it was fully an adult, the tears coming out again and running down her face. She calmed down cleaning the tears before taking a deep breath and walking away back towards the house so she could prepare to spend time with her husband and daughters.

'I wish you could be here, Jaune.'

Inside the ship Forty-seven sat in one of the few cabins that were given to him like the other passengers for the trip. Most were families so he had a smaller one that had pretty much just a cot in the wall. He wasn't very bothered since it was just like the one he spent his life in so the small space was, familiar to him. He just spent his time down here since the sun had set.

He just stayed in his bed reading a book he had grabbed from the same store he pawned off the other stuff he didn't need. It peaked his interest as he read the back as the description was about survivors that live in a metro after a nuclear holocaust. He was interested since it was from the view of a single man having to make his way through the destroyed wasteland.

Forty-seven enjoyed literature as it was a small escape from the world around him when he had to wait or pass the time like he was currently doing. He wasn't very picky when it came to the type of genre he was reading, except romance or pornography.

Forty-seven continued reading the page until suddenly he heard a scratching sound. He stayed still listening as he left the book where it was over him as he focused listening to the noise. The minutes passed by as he listened for the sound again until finally, he hears it again. It sounded like sharp blades scraping the sides of metal and he knew what it was.

He got up from his cot and looked at the wall focusing on his surroundings and began to see everything around him. He looked around seeing each and every passenger as they glow colors, but he wasn't looking at them. He looked down and around his room seeing that there was fish type Grimm swimming around the boat, but as he looked one was coming up just as he saw it and rammed the bottom of the ship. He stopped focusing and grabbed the wall regaining his balance as he heard people panicking all around.

The alarm began going off as the captain began speaking through the P.A. system.

"All passengers remain below deck!"

The ship began to move and shake as the Grimm continued ramming it from below and the sides. One rammed into the wall where his room denting the wall in. He realized that they were trying to sink the ship so they could have easy prey. He grabbed his guns and rushed for the cargo hold.

'Either kill them all or sink with the ship.'

"God this trip is soooooooo boring!" Athena whined laying in her cot as she wore a black tee and blue pants with her gauntlets lay near her on the floor. Even if she was in her thirties she was never into fashion. She'd had been on the damn boat for hours and had nothing to do, which was a thing she didn't handle well. She would rather be doing something anything right now.

"You're the oldest at 28 yet you act like a child." She heard her little sister say from the cot on the other side of the room. She turned her head glaring at the girl sitting there still wearing that same cloak that had their families crescent on it that had a few stitches and small holes on it after so many missions, each a small memento from each mission. Her dirty blond hair tied in a ponytail that reached to between her shoulder blades as she wore a light blue dress shirt and black pants as her shoes were neatly on the floor, unlike Athena's boots that were tossed on the floor.

"And you're my younger sister and yet you always act like a stuck-up old woman." She said watching a vain appear on Angela's four-head from being called an old woman. She knew Angela hated being called that until it backed fired on her as Angela calmed down instantly looking up from her book smirking.

"You got a lot of room to talk since you're the oldest." She smiled looking at Athena's face go red with anger.

"Why you smart ass little," Before she could even get a threat out the boat shook and shifted as something hit it, the P.A. system going off.

"All passengers remain below deck!"

They could hear people panicking as the ship swayed and shook. Athena smiled grabbing her boots slipping them on, never untying them, and her weapon rushing out the door finally happy to have something to do. Angela just placed her book down and slipped on her heels and rushed out as her chains slithered out of her cloak as she followed quickly heading up to the deck. But she knew even if her sister was smiling she wasn't doing this to fix her boredom but to protect the people on the ship.

As they ran through the tight halls and up the stairs they passed people rushing inside, but as they did it slowed the huntresses down from getting up-top and getting rid of the Grimm.

Athena carefully moved they so she could get through while Angela connected sharp points to her chains and used them to maneuver along the ceiling like a spider getting through.

As she moved leaving her sister she made it through the halls and up all the way out as a Grimm lunged for the door. She wrapped her chains around it and pulled them tight ripping the Grimm apart dropping the severed parts down on the ground as they smoked disappearing. She got down on her feet and looked around seeing that most of the people had made it down as the only ones remaining were the crew moving around with armaments. They were guns as they had better chances with firearms than bladed weapons.

As she looked around she now saw what type of Grimm they were.

"Anglers!" A man shouted firing his rifle at one climbing up hitting the hand as it grabbed a rail. It screeched letting go as the dust round began burning inside of its hand.

They were completely black making them almost impossible to see in the deep waters even with the white bone armor that was on their backs protecting them from shots above water. They were bipedal but would also use their hands for balance as their legs let them jump around fast and precise making them just as dangerous on land as if in water. Bone spikes also came out of their shoulders bending away that wouldn't reduce their movement in water but also protect from damage as their fins were black except for the spines sticking out.

Then a light hanging off the back of the fin that was located on their backs that would glow a pure white color that was used to lure anyone to look over as they were hidden by the dark waters. For some reason when a person sees it the ones who have survived from one has said that the light was hypnotic luring them in before they can realize what it actually was and get back. Many people at sea have been lost to these creatures especially at night when their light can be seen the most.

But the worse thing is their jaw. It was able to break almost anything that got in its jaws even metal depending on the type that it is. If biting a hunter weapon that was made from strong metals it could dent it while also damaging any mechanical parts inside keeping it from changing. The beasts were obviously clueless about that but most hunters knew then when in combat with them. But at this moment they were almost invisible in the night as the lights did little to reveal them, only the lights of their red eyes and hanging light letting them see where they were.

"They're coming up from the back!"

She turned seeing the hands reaching up and pulling them up as they dragged themselves up and onto the boat. Their red eyes glowing as they looked for their meal as they fired at the grim aiming for their underbelly where they were less guarded by armor, but their scales could still take the shots as they hit but would stick.

Some screeched loud jumping and getting to higher levels where others were firing. Angela quickly got up using her chains and kicked it smashing her heel into the Grimm's jaw breaking it and a few teeth launching it back down hitting some that were climbing up or trying to get back on.

But it did little as more climbed up quickly and jumping around fast grabbing men and pulling them off the boat into the water where their screams were silenced by a splash.

"Watch yourself and stay away from the sides!"

As the fighting continued Athena finally made it up just as one was lunging at a sailor. She barely missed it but grabbed its mouth forcing it open. She almost gagged at the smell of its breath and forced its jaws open more then it was able before getting a loud crack as its jaw snapped from the bone breaking. As it screeched in pain she turned its head to the right and then quickly turned left snapping its neck and tossing it across the boat. The body crumpled as it rolled smoking knocking over more of them. Athena quickly took two drum clips from her belt and connected them to her gauntlets as they changed shifting.

She turned around and rained bullets on the ones climbing up on the sides quickly taking them down and falling into the water.

"Angela take care of the ones on the ship I got the ones coming up!"

"Alright!"

Under the ship, Forty-seven was inside the cargo hold looking at the crates that were scattered all over the place due to all the ramming from Grimm. He lifted box after box searching for a symbol that he had seen before getting onboard as they led his car, which was currently under a pile of crates. heard the claws scraping the sides of the ship ramming it. The worst they could do is dent it as the metals used on ships are made strong to withstand Grimm attacks, but they would climb on and rip it apart from the inside out leaving him stranded.

He continued searching moving the crates around tossing some of them away during his search. He continued for another few minutes until he found a crate with the symbol for the kingdom of Vale.

"Perfect."

"How many of them are there!?" Athena yelled as she loaded another drum into her left gauntlet. It was her last one and the one in her right was halfway done she'd have to start using her secondary fire mode soon. She quickly turned punching one breaking through the teeth and shoving her fist down its throat lighting it up. Once it was dead she ripped her hand out and continued fighting.

"We need to get them off the ship and keep them off!" Angela said piercing three of them through the chest hitting their hearts killing them. As they began smoking she used their corpses as a ball with her chain swinging them around as she knocked them off. They ripped off the sharp points going over the rails as the crew moved into the center with their backs to each other firing the last of their fire dust rounds at them as the captain was down with them also holding an old carbine rifle firing at the beasts climbing up onto his ship.

But as the beasts continued the lights suddenly shut off on the ship making the passengers inside scream in fear and making it harder for the ones outside to see the Grimm.

"Damn it, someone go down and get the power," The captain was cut off from his order as the lights came back on, but they were brighter than before and flickering like crazy as they sparked and began popping one at a time randomly. They then hear the Grimm screeching loud from the water as they saw some of them falling back as smoke came up from the sides.

"What the hell!?" The captain said watching as they were fried to a crisp in the water. Some of them they slowly moved to the rail looking over to see the water filled with electricity as the Grimm were just floating belly up burning as smoke rose up. They could see lights underwater moving around frantically as they went out and more of them went out.

"Go check the engine room." The captain ordered as the woman nodded and ran for the door heading down inside of the ship. As she went down the electricity stopped and the lights were now normal shining, except the ones that had popped. The lights on the sides of the boat were fried so they were useless until fixed.

As the bodies of Grimm faded both Athena and Angela fell back sitting down near each other against a wall breathing heavy as they had overworked themselves trying to kill the Grimm. Athena just slipped her gauntlets off letting them fall to her sides as she felt the cool air wash over her hands as Angela removed her hood sweating a bit loving the cool air as they watched the crew move rushing inside. She looked at her weapons seeing that they were damaged a bit and she just did maintenance on them. She could worry about that later so, for now, she relaxed putting her head back.

As they both sat there the adrenaline began leaving their bodies letting them feel exhausted and the pain from all their wounds. Athena looked at her upper arm seeing that there was a deep scratch that had stopped leaking blood but had stained her clothes. He looked around more seeing a few more claw marks around her body leaving some blood as her aura tried to fix them. It would take time since she exhausted all of her aura along with Angela who didn't fare any better than herself in-fact looked down at her sister's leg to see multiple claw marks that had almost healed and the biggest one being on her back as she could see the part of a wound tearing the hood and blood. Angela must have taken a hit to the back from the Grimm but didn't stop going to keep them safe.

After a few minutes, they began moving again and leaving the area continuing the boat trip as the crew tried calming the people inside so not to attract more Grimm. Both sisters just sat there as Angel's chains were spread out on the floor, but the silence was broken by Athena.

"Hey,"

"Yea?"

"Did you think,"

"We could have died?"

"...Yea that."

Angela put her head back against the wall looking up at the shattered moon as the soft glow of moonlight washed over them. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath through her nose before slowly letting it out now calming her breathing and relaxing her body.

"Yea...I kind of did."

"Same," Athena looked down at her gauntlets. She reached for the right one grabbing the drum taking it off. She brought it up to her face seeing that there was a single bullet left inside. She smiled dropping it to her side as she chuckled a bit.

"Hehe, ya know with every time we went on a mission I would always have a though 'This might be our last' but we always come out of it fine." She moved her head back against the wall like Angela.

"But this time...I thought this is our last."

"...Yea...I felt the same way," They had been lucky so many times before being in the same type of situations when they had begun doing missions when they finished Beacon.

"You know how crushed mom would have been?" Athena said turning her head slightly and glanced at her sister.

"She clung to Joan after...well you know." She heard Athena take a breath letting it out her mouth.

"Yea, she basically had Joan on her hip always watching her and keeping a close watch on her. Then the last two."

"She still feels guilty about it like it's her fault," Angela said remembering how heart broke their mother was after their little brother's death. Even though it wasn't she would still blame herself for it keeping her on the edge of falling back into her depression.

"If we didn't come back home she would be crushed." She muttered as she felt a hand on her head giving it a light shove from Athena who had her eyes closed smiling.

"Enough about that. We're alive and going to see mom so there's no need to think like that. We just have to be there for her especially with her age, don't tell her I said that," She quickly added hearing her sister laugh a bit at her words.

"Yea, I promise."

In the engine room the woman that the captain had ordered to check searched all over the large room. She was checking everything until she checked the generator and saw that a large container filled with yellow dust sitting near it as wires from the generator were laying around it. She walked over with her flashlight and began checking it seeing that the wires had been removed from their smaller dust tank and connected to the larger one causing the surge that they witnessed outside frying the Grimm. She looked back at the tank to see the symbol for Beacon printed onto the metal.

"Why is this down here?" She looked around the container seeing that it was made to hold large amounts of dust and power many things in an academy for a few months. Since it was connected to their power it was too much and over leaded a lot of things, one being the lights around the ship. She grabbed her radio switching it on.

"Any," Suddenly she was cut off before she could hit the button as she felt someone wrap their arm around her neck and on the back of her head making her drop the radio as she was moved down to the floor and her breathing becoming much more difficult as she grabbed the arm trying to pry them off but with no success she just felt the arm tighten as the hand on the back of her head pushed forward cutting all her air choking her.

Forty-seven watched the woman as he choked her, her legs were kicking and squirming trying to hit him as she tried pulling and hitting his arm trying to make him let go of her, but it did nothing to his grip on her neck. After a few seconds, he could see she was beginning to slowly stop squirming and fighting as the engine muffled all noise coming from her. He tightens his arm while pushing her head a bit feeling her lock up before going lips. Once she did he let go of her neck and picked her up moving her over his shoulder. He then grabbed the light and shined it around seeing a few lockers. He walked over and saw that it had a lock so he reached into his coat pulling out his pistol and hitting the butt down breaking it, no waste in using a bullet.

Forty-seven opened it up seeing it was empty, except a few wires and parts. There was room so he moved her off placing her feet inside the locker first and then moved her off of his shoulder and against the back of the locker. He then turned her to the right so her back was on the side and not lean on the door. She slid down a bit but then her knees hit the other side and she stopped staying upstanding.

Once she was in he closed the door stepping back and making sure she wouldn't fall out. He looked down at the floor seeing the broken lock, so he kicked it away making it slide and go under a desk that was off in the corner. Once everything was hidden he turned and walked out of the engine room and making his way out and back to his room and spend the rest of the night waiting for morning when they get to shore.

In the asylum, the soldiers were still working on breaking the lock and getting in. They had tried every tool they had to try and get in and none of them could get past the scanner so they just started cutting open the door being careful not to hit something. They had been making slow progress the past couple hours making them switch shifts on who was to continue cutting as the other who had been doing it took a break. But after all their work the door opened as they cut through the last metal cylinder inside keeping the door shut.

"It's open!"

"Come on, hurry it up and get it open."

They grabbed the door and began to pry it open until it was finally open and they saw that a severed arm was lying on the ground as a small pool of blood was around it. Some of them felt sick seeing the arm as one of them was ordered to move it, so the arm was moved to a table and they climbed in sending a few soldiers down with cameras.

"Whatever you find down there be prepared." They were told pressing the button and moving down.

'Security breach detected. Security breach detected.'

Ort-Meyer looked at his computer seeing the words all over. He pressed a button to see the elevator coming down filled with Atlas soldiers, and he just smirked.

"Well, well, they got through the door, but that doesn't mean I'm letting my secrets go that easy you pompous fools." He moved pressing buttons and bringing up a screen that had a code on it. He typed it in and was given access.

'Specimen containment'

He typed in a few codes and his computer beeped as the screen changed.

'Specimen has been released.' The computer spoke as he watched a door open and the camera showed him a door opening and a hand came out wrapping around the frame and slowly stepping out. All the doctor did as he sat there was smile watching the specimen.

"You all call my theories insane discrediting me as a scientist? Well, let's see how your soldiers do against that thing."

Dr. Ort-Meyer's goal before killing his associates, who wanted him dead, was to create the 'perfect assassins' who could be as physically fit as humanly possible and were capable of obeying orders with devotion and unquestioning loyalty. Dr. Ort-Meyer tried to make his discoveries public before Forty-seven was created, however, he was discredited as a scientist by his peers as they thought that his radical theories were insane.

But he proved them wrong and created exactly what he theorized about, and he was even better than he expected.

The doctor smiled as he turned on every camera and watched the show that will soon start once those elevator doors open up.

"We will see who the fool was."

The doors opened as the soldiers saw a white empty hall. The commander motioned his hand out and began walking out slowly with his rifle drawn, each soldier following his action of slowly stepping through the hall going to a crossway that went right or left. Their commander looked both ways thinking for a minute until he silently ordered half of them to go right while the others went left with him.

Once it was decided they moved through the cross and continued walking until the walls suddenly moved closed and separated them. They looked at the wall as they were getting a call.

"Sir!"

"At ease, we're fine. But it seems that we're cut off so keep going and remain vigilant."

"Understood."

They continued moving slowly as the place gave some a weird feeling as it was silent. They continued turning the hall and stopped looking down as an area was covered in blood and broken glass. They looked to see the window broken and went to some type of security room that was empty of everything as the blood had drag marks in it. They looked around trying to look for anything that would tell them what happens until they heard the radio go off with gunfire.

"What was that!?"

"Jackson contact bravo team."

The soldier nodded pulling out his radio hitting the button speaking into it.

"Bravo team respond."

They waited as the shots continued going off but soon screams were heard.

"Bravo team respond what is your situation!?" He repeated louder into the radio as they finally got a response.

"We...it's...coming...can't...don't...from the...how...it...watch out!" The call kept getting cut out by static and gunfire. They could hear the screams and gunshots continue until the commander ripped the radio out of the soldier's hand.

"God damn it someone tell me what the fuck is happening!" When he let go of the button the radio went silent. There was no more screams or gunshots coming from it. Only silence until the radio turned on but no one spoke.

"Bravo team report!"

He yelled into the radio waiting until it turned back on they heard what sounded like a growl coming from it. The radio suddenly stopped and they heard nothing from it making some of them scared of what they had just heard. The commander gripped the radio before tossing it at the wall breaking it.

"Okay new plan we get the hell out of here and report."

"Yes, sir!" The said following him with their guns drawn and running through the halls being vigilant, not seeing the large being following behind them slowly as its skin was blending into the background. All the while Dr. Ort-Mayer smiled watching them run around like chickens with their heads cut off and just as his scroll began ringing with the name on the screen.

'Grey'