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Barely visible, head peeking out from the side of the desk, is a person. Head turned away from Claude, all he can tell is that the person in question has long dark hair.

"Right then. On three, I'll run up and kick 'im, and you get 'em when he's down. One, two, three!" The Brit charges in to the hallway, immediately targeting the man crouched in the middle of the hallway. He jumps and snaps a kick upward, catching the man in the jaw. The bloody man's head snaps...

Amala started the car, unlocking the passenger side door. As Alex climbed in, Amala gestured to the expansive mass of technology on the passenger's side. it was so large as to be almost a desk, with enough knobs, buttons, and readouts to make any non-officer a little dizzy. "Ignore the rest...

An empty, quiet hallway greeted him. The lobby was constructed in such a way that the elevator was hidden in the back of the ground floor. At the end of the hallway was a large desk behind which a secretary sat during the daytime, screening visitors to make sure no one unsavory got into the...

"If we work together, hit hard and fast, and catch him with his trousers down," the Brit sighs, "then probably. We're right between a rock and a bloody hard place, we are." With a shake of his head, the man braces himself against the door, ready to throw it open. "Right. No use moaning about...

"That sounds good," Davina agreed. "It could help to check back and see what's happening there," Stanford said, and Amala nodded. "Alright, back to the station it is." Amala raised a hand to his chest, speaking into the radio attached there, "this thing on?" His voice echoed from Stanford's...

The elevator, surprisingly enough, was already on the basement level. Perhaps the woman had stumbled into the call button, or perhaps no one else had yet used it because of the hour. Either way, the elevator immediate opened in front of Claude, revealing a brightly-lit, empty chamber.

Obligingly, the woman followed him, her hacking cough becoming deeper and wetter. It was a phlegmy, deep-lung cough, the kind that can only come from very ill lifetime-smokers.

I'm sure someone will try to find out. If not a PC, then some NPC somewhere will.

When the second officer returned, it was with a grim expression. "All the military and law enforcement channels I can find are straight static, except for one coming out of Midway. Says they're Russian Armed Forces, requested help. The civilian ones are still going - all the automated stations...

The woman coughed some more, trailing after Claude. Her body rippled from the abdomen up, almost as if she were going to vomit, with every cough. A few drops of blood fell from the side of her face, speckling the previously-clean tile with dark red. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, unblinking, and...

Amala looks at Alex thoughtfully, then shrugs. "I don't know if we'll be seeing more, but you can carry my baton until we're relieved." He takes the baton from his belt, and hands it to Alex. Turning to his partner, Amala says, "can you get on the horn and find out what's going on out...

Davina shudders, a full-body affair, but doesn't look away. Amala takes a deep breath and holsters his weapon, his partner doing the same. "I'd like to send you both home, but I don't have a clue how widespread this problem is. I don't know if what's going on at the hospital is the same thing...

Bethany steps forward reluctantly, swallowing hard. She looks to Anna, then nods, taking a deep breath. "I was flying out of Midway for a business conference in Los Angeles," her voice breaks, then settles into the deep, smooth cadence Anna heard earlier when she was praying. "My associate...

At his words, the woman freezes. She stares at the elevator for another second more, then turns her head slowly to look at him. The other side of her face is a wreck. The side he saw when first coming around the corner was whole if a little pale, but the other side is a bloody, broken mess, an...

"Shit, I hope not," Davina mutters back, strapping the shoulder holster on. Why she kept a handgun with a shoulder holster in the glovebox of her truck is anyone's guess. Morgan starts to rise, his movements a jerky, staccato series of twitches that take him from the bottom of the truck's bed...

"What, on the ground floor?" The Brit asks, pulling his hand back from the staircase door. "Then how the shit-" He takes a deep breath. "Alright, where was it?"

The world may never know.

Ivan leads them the very short distance back to where the Russian team gathers. When they arrive with an unknown civilian in tow, the heads of all four soldiers and the officer turn toward them. Kasyanov's hand twitches in the general direction of his firearm, and the four enlisted men shift...

Throwing boots isn't a well-honed skill of Claude's, but he manages to throw it just past her. The boot hits the wall with a very audible impact in the quiet of the basement. The woman's head snaps in that direction, and her entire body tenses up. A few seconds later, her attention returns to...