[Occam's Razor] [Occam's Razor] Occam's Razor: The Colorado Incident

Nidelia followed them out, staying behind Malcolm the entire time and following his back where ever he went.


She then stood and evaluated it. An ever evolving beast... one that's physiology changed constantly. Which means it s weak points learned how to cover themselves. But of course for every weak point that is protected another one is created.


Wait! What does every good Hunter need? A good sense of smell and amazing hearing. A high enough scream could send it into a.frenzy. The weakest point would be the belly. She didn't care if they listened or not. She was going to try it. Because at this point it seemed.like everything they were doing was useless.


If nothing else it would buy them time to get to kill it and leave. She then opened her mouth wide and let out the shrillest blood curdling scream she could, not realizing her comms were on as she did it.


Rys inhaled sharply and threw Bianca's comm to the ground wincing and covering her ear.





The beast spun around facing Malcolm and Nidelia with a huge grimace on its face. Its eyes narrowed and it lunged for her with a howl. Nidelia gasped and her knees buckled as she hit the floor and covered her head cowering away from the beast. She prayed that this would keep Malcolm safe and help him find the weak spot she had thought of. Or even if he could get close enough to its head.


As long as he lived, she didn't care. Why? Why were her feelings so strong for this man? Why was she so interested in him? What made him so special? She didn't understand any of it. But he risked his life for her. Now it was her turn.
 
Malcom fired off another shell as Jace began his attack, reloading almost instantly, the beast had dodged again, it's roaring chuckle sounded again and it flanked it's attackers. The shells Jace had chosen were effective, but the beast was smart, it was too smart for such a weapon to really be damaging. It turned it's right shoulder towards him as he aimed at it's tail, letting out a hiss, it's mouth began dripping with venom, a second later, it released a volitile gob of venomous fluid towards Jace with an odd screech. Rather then letting him attack it's tail, the beast darted towards him, and swung it's massive tail at him in a spinning motion. Encumbered as he was by his minigun, the creature had little chance of being evaded. But, It was Nidelia's scream that saved him, as the creature's head rotated towards her with a hiss. Malcom saw it move, and he cursed, as he primed his weapon. He knew there wouldn't be time so he slung it over his shoulder and drew his knives,


"Jace, Hold fire!" He roared as he ran and slid beneath the monsters body.


Turning and twisting as he came to a stop beneath it's neck, and reversed both of his blades in his hands. With a split second motion, Malcom was coated in a thick layer of the creatures blood as he cut deep into it's neck, he reversed the direction of the blades and slammed them into it's neck as deep as he could. The beast gagged and tried to howl, but instead stumbled back from him, groaning in agony. All of its armor had evolved to guard it's flanks and back, to keep topside attacks from following through, it's throat however, was as soft as tissue paper. Malcom slid back, terrified that it was still moving. He pulled his rail gun off of his shoulder once more, aimed, and pulled the trigger.


With a whirring Clunk Whunt, the creature fell to the ground, it's head dropping to the ground at Jace's feet. Malcom had backed up to the wall, a look of shock on his face from beneath the blood. It had sprayed them all with it's ichor and blood as it fell, the ramifications of this were not yet something any of them would even begin to think about. It lay there, shuddering in it's post mortem throes. Malcom let his arms fall to his sides.


He muttered, "Well... Shit... I think I'd like that Vacation time now..."


Malcom pulled the rail guns ammo box off, and slid it away from himself, realizing how lethal it was. He didn't want to be exposed to it any more then was necessary, even if it was in a lead box. The beasts body was almost perfectly intact, besides the hundreds of bullets that Jace had filled it with, and the head was severed cleanly. Provided nothing else happened to it, Rys would have quite the specimen to examine.
 
Nidelia had looked up when she heard sliding across the floor. Her eyes opened wide as she watched him. The way he moved, he had figured it out! She couldn't help smiling. That was until its blood was pooling everywhere and it was still moving.


She had started to shake, until Malcolm shot its head off. She gasped as the blood splattered across the room. Oops, big mistake, her whole mouth got splattered with it. She immediately spit it out and cough to make sure none was in the back of her throat.


She then looked over at Malcolm. He was shaking. She knew he was freaked. She crawled over to him and pulled him into a gentle hug and actually kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, her own voice shaking a bit as she held onto him.
 
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Malcom had pulled one of his pistols out of his hip holster, partially because it had been digging into his side, partially because he was still freaked out by the creature, and partially because he didn't trust Jace not to take advantage of his weak moment. So when Nidelia made her way to him, it would be on the opposite side of him from where she would be, he wrapped his arms around her, shuddering, he stared at the dead monster.


"Jace, Get... Go get Rys here now. She'll want to examine it... We... Need to learn as much as we can while it's still fresh."He said with a croak.


His gun wasn't quite trained on the man, but it's barrel loomed in his general direction, indicating that Malcom was in no mood to be toyed with. He nodded to Jace respectfully, making a show of dropping the safety to the on position on the gun with a resounding click. He motioned to the beast with the gun, "Thought I'd have to... empty this into it as well..." He let his head fall back, still holding Nidelia, the physical stress on his body slowly beginning to catch up to him. It wasn't stress, simply fatigue.


"I really... Really need that Vacation now Lieutenant..." He muttered as he stared at the pistol in his blood soaked hand.
 
Nidelia sighed softly, holding him back. "I think... you need to get to the sleeping rooms. There should be bathrooms and showers in each one," she said and then tried pulling him into a standing position. She knew the scientist could examine the creature without him there.


Rys however had picked up the comm again after Nidelia's scream stopped an had already found her way downstairs and had been staring. It was obvious she hasn't arrived until after the killing as she was not covered in any blood. She walked into the room looking at it. She actually looked like a frightened child. Last time she'd seen one this close was when one ate her cousin.


She then stood straight. "I need you all out of here now, chop chop! I can't have anyone in my way if I'm going to get anything out of this," she says shooing them out.





Nidelia simply nodded and continued to try to help Malcolm stand.
 
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(Whoa, wait. What the hell happened here.)


Bianca heard the scream of Nidelia followed by a howl created by the humonguos beast below. She quickly followed after Rys and was surprised to see blood all over the room. "What in the world is going on in here?!" She let out, seeing Malcom in Nidelia's arms, Rys in the middle of all the madness and a man who she figured was the grey dot on her map. And let's not forget the beast who laid on the ground, dead. "Rys.. What happened here. And why does Malcom look so.. Worn out like that?" She asked, walking up to Rys, placing her hand on her shoulder.
 
Jace had indeed been over encumbered by all the weight the many rounds that his 'backpack' still held as the beast prepared to whirl its tail at him. But the spit was something he would not have any part of. And so he threw himself to the side, landing on his right shoulder as he continued to pummel the beast with rounds. That was until he saw a 'mad-man' slide underneath of it and lop the thing's head off with a slash and a shot. It was almost saddening to him how quickly the scuffle ended but the wide spray of blood covered Jace's face, allowing him to relish in it with a wide grin. After getting up with a grunt, he stepped on the top of the creature's head, putting his full weight on it as he used it to walk on rather then walk over it. Much to his surprise, it held his weight. But its toughness wasn't on his mind any more. He had already adjusted the gun in his grip, giving the both of them a grim stare. A goofy grin on his face as his head was tilted to the side, one eye squinted while the other one was normal. A crazy look in his eyes indeed. (Rape-face) Of course Jace didn't do anything about Malcom's fatigue. And when he actually placed the safety on it made him all too giggly inside, feeling a bit like a flittery school girl at how bad he could be in that moment. But as the order was given to find that 'reese' person, he gripped ahold of the chain-gun again and gave a deeper smile. "Yeah." He'd turn and start to head down the hallway only to end up seeing said person find them instead. Of course when the last female showed up, Jace's face straightened out. "Don't know... He must lack some endurance." Of course it was impossible for him to 100% fool everyone himself. His knees were buckling slightly and his footsteps were a bit slower than when he had stepped off of the lift they came down on. All of that quick leaping form side to side with nearly three hundred pounds on his back, and two hundred pounds in gun he had strapped to his front, had put a large strain on his knees. He was in no condition to act tough. But of course he would. The moment you show weakness, he thought, would be the moment its taken advantage of. And being around that man Malcom wasn't necessarily unlike being next to another malicious convict. Hell, if someone were to shove him hard enough to overcome the weight pinning him flat on his feet, Jace would probably just fall over. He saw a portion of that man's skills there. And the brass balls he needed to slide under that animal was pretty staggering. Of course if Jace knew where its soft spot was, he would have EAGERLY done the same. But not out of desperation. But out of a sick and twisted yearning to see it bleed. Even if it would have killed him in the process. Hell, he would have crawled inside the damn thing's belly and tore at it from the inside if given the chance. Of course he wouldn't get that chance now, though...


As the 'command' was given that they all leave, he'd walk over to Malcom, straining his right hand into a fist as all of his knuckles and joints in his own wrist cracked and popped. "That the person you were sending me after, yeah?" And after, he'd open his hand, placing it right in front of Malcom with a somewhat stale expression on his face. He would do this if he was given confirmation that it was indeed the person in question. "You need carried, princess?" He'd ask with a cheeky half-smirk and a twitch of his own neck as he took another step forwards, readying to help Malcom up.
 
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As the weight of events filtered through his weary mind, Malcom stared at the beast's corpse for a long, hard moment. As Bianca arrived, He waved at her, still slightly dazed. Malcom sat up for a moment before Jace reached out to him, He sighed, and slid the pistol away, then put his hand over the large fist in front of him.


"Just a hand up there partner." he said with a grunt.


Levering himself up with the help of Nidelia and Jace, he waved at the doctor, "Nice to see you too Doctor Rys." He stood there for a moment, feeling sore in more places then he cared to think about before he rolled his shoulders and took a few steps to the left, lifting up the ammo box for the rail gun he put it back over his shoulder and then said, "Contact me when you... Something..." He waved at her and grunted, then moved away from the scene, pulling his remote out, he turned the lights in the area on and located the nearest showers, muttering, "Need to get this reek off me..." The blood stank to him, making him feel sick.


What Malcom couldn't have comprehended was that the virus was still active in the beasts system, it was already spreading to his. But this virus was different from before, it was stronger, it was smarter, and it was far faster at it's work then it had been in the past, what took years for it to do in the past, it now could do in weeks. But it was curious, and it had not seen humans in many, many years. It certainly hadn't had any live one's to infest either. So it would wait, and it would learn, and they would be the first of it's new strain.
 
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Jace's vice-like grasp held firm like a rock. His bicep pulled taut as he pushed his right foot's toes against the ground, pulling upwards to level out the sudden tug downwards, aiding in Malcom rising to his feet. "I have to ask... Do you really think I would just go back to that same area? I'm not going to let you lock me up again." He'd say with a sheepish smile. "I think I'll go back to that Armory. And then follow one of these women back to the 'central' area." Of course the thought 'wherever that is' would ring in his own mind. His eyes went back to the lift, walking up and onto it as he kicked the hundreds of brass shell-casings out of his way. A few of them were stepped on, bending them flat under the weight that was still on him. He'd use his fist to lightly punch the greet button on the side of the lift's railing, waiting till everyone got on unless they went their own way. And if that were the case, he would go alone.


If this were the case (And he did go alone), shortly after the lift carried him out of view he would drop the chain-gun and allowed the metal backpack fall off of him as he slumped and fell onto his butt. He'd huff out an exhale, closing his eyes. His breath causing the smoke that was still raising upwards out of the barrel to swirl around in the air in front of him. The heat and smoke causing the blood on his face to dry up and harden a bit. "That shower sounds good... right about now." He would sit there for a few minutes, seemingly falling asleep as he gathered enough strength to just get back up and find a place to wash up and relax. Now that nobody was watching him, he allowed his lack of energy show. And the statue-like composure had crumbled instantly.


Of course if he was followed by anyone at all, he would keep ahold of the weapon as well as keeping the backpack of rounds on, using his own pride as fuel to lift each one and place it where it had been previously. His uncontrollably shaky footsteps carrying him through the front door of said armory and heading to the panel beside the door, clumsily pressing the buttons all over it until a map opened up. His thick, monkey-paw-like, fingers running over the touch screen until he found a pathway to the showers. Much to his surprise, the base had shower stalls that were not unlike a prison. "Trading one... for another..." Would be the only thing he would murmur out, before he made his tired trek to said place.
 
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Nidelia glared at the man as she kept a hold of Malcolm. She wasn't going to let him walk alone at all right now. If Jace was going tot try anything she knew now would be the time for him to do it.


She visibly snarled at Jace for his comment about going back for Rys or Bianca. She would warn them. She wasn't going to let that beast just have his way. Once he was gone she kept helping Malcolm towards the shows area. She then clocked her comms on again as she has turned it off before assisting him towards the showers.


"Rys? Bianca? You need to watch out for that other man. He is obsessed with women, so watch your backs," she said sighing as she saw the shower areas ahead and smiled. Of course they had female separated from male. Not that being a doctor she hadn't seen plenty of guys in her life.


But she would be respectful of Malcolm and look at him. "Are you okay to go from here?" She asks looking him in the eyes. If he asked for further help she would provide it. Technically she was required to with her job.


Rys turned and looked at Bianca. "Unfortunately Bianca without the good Majors permission I cannot tell you," she said as she watched that other girl take him out of the room. Who was that? Was that who was screaming. She shrugged and started to walked around the beast in a circle, examining the body structure.


It was so fascinating, but completely horrifying at the same time. She then heard Nidelia over Bianca's comm that she still had and stood up. That wasn't good. Well, she guessed Bianca would have to stay with her.


"Bianca, you stay," she says sighing. "Nidelia says that escaped convict made a comment about coming back for us. I'm guessing you have no means to defend yourself, so it's probably best to stay here," she says looking at the other woman.
 
Darkness, bright light falling on blind eyes, thunderous whirring, a myriad of sensations washing over me as I regain conciousness. It wasn't long, all of three seconds, before another joined the veritable soup assaulting my recovering senses, the all-too-familiar sensation of being jettisoned from a Cryo-Tech tube... I was barely saved the indignity of falling flat on my face by years of military-honed muscle memory and lightning-fast reflexes... That is to say, I only just managed a half roll, half tumble, ending up on my back instead of my face. Still, better than nothing I suppose.


Of course, I was on my back only a short while before I was forced to the side in order to empty my stomach of whatever cocktail the lab rats who ran the joint had concocted to keep those under alive. One thing's for sure, it tasted a helluva lot better going down than it did coming out. Always did, and I'd always made it a point to tell them as much after the practices. Bastards never did anything about it, though.


Shaking it off, I rise to my feet a little unsteady. I look around, things seemingly in order, just wish my damn eyes would stop blurring every time I tried focusing on something... I shrug, must be the difference between twenty years or so and a few days like the practice rounds had been.


Better grab my gear, the CO here'd probably expect me spick and span, looking like a recruit fresh from bootcamp, rather than a guy who just woke up from a twenty-year nap.


I stagger over to my locker, barely managing to focus on the keypad long enough to open it before changing from my soaked Cryo-Tech coveralls into some dry military fatigues and heavy combat boots. Focusing completely on the task at hand, I grab the Duffel bag full of emergency gear I'd packed, standard issue gear the lot of it, before turning around to get a look at my surroundings.


The bag dropped to the floor.


"Shit," I said, uttering my first word since waking.
 
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With Nidelia's help, Malcom made it to the showers, and sat down on a bench in the locker room just within the hall. This was the military section, one of the few places on base that was Co-Ed designed because of the rush of installation. Malcom sighed, looking at the floor for a long moment, he tried to clear his head. A moment later, his remote let out a chirp. Having not heard it before, He was up, on his feet within a second. Until that moment, his mind had been in a brief deluge of shock, and he hadn't heard a thing Nidelia had said to him.


Reaching into his chest plate, he pulled the remote out, and tapped it, someone else had just come out of Cryo-Sleep. Malcom's eyes went wide, "Someone else from the Repelling team survived..." Malcom's face was filled with mixed emotions, he could have cried. Someone else from the military was alive, he wasn't alone with just civilians now, he had another trained soldier he could count on. A thousand thoughts raced through his head and he tapped his foot while he thought for a moment before he started unconsciously stripping off the bloody body armor. It took him less then a minute to dress down to the cryo suit. He pulled the zipper on the front of it down and started stripping it off, but paused, looking to Nidelia, "Oh, Jesus, I..." He paused further, and said, "You asked me something... I'm sorry, What was it... I was still sort of... recovering."
 
Nidelia hadn't minded that he hadn't heard her, she understood he was out of it. She honestly had been too until he had leaped up at the beep. She had watched him.


But then he started stripping and her eyes got wide and her face turned red as abeet. She had quickly spun around and hadn't been facing him when he finally addressed her.


She turned around figuring he had stopped stripping and was still covered. Nope, wrong, well, the most important things were covered. Her heart literally skipped a beat as she looked at him. His chest was well toned, as were his arms. He wasn't overly chisled, which made him much more attractive to her.


The words caught in her throat as she couldn't control her eyes as she scanned him.
 
Malcom stared at her for a moment, then said, "Ah... Right... sorry." He chuckled lightly, "So long in the system and you sort of... lose the whole... embarrassment thing..." He leaned closer to her, putting his face near hers, "So what did you need to tell me, or ask?" He figured if his face was the focus of her attention then she wouldn't be so distracted by his lack of clothing. Inwardly, he was certainly embarrassed at this point, but he wouldn't let it show to her. He never had minded if a woman saw him naked, and she wasn't any different in that regard to him.
 
His face getting closer didn't help much. His breath hitting her face was soothing. And she could get lost in those blue eyes. Oy, what was wrong with her?! She sighed and smiled softly.


"I asked of you were going to need anymore help," she asks, unable to take her eyes off of his. She wanted so badly to kiss him. Though she believed in the guy initiating the first kiss, so she held her ground, but definitely didn't move away from him. She knew she looked horrible. Especially covered in the beasts blood.
 
Malcom smiled, "There, that wasn't so hard." He teased. He laughed lightly, "I should be alright though." he turned around, making his way into the showers. He paused, muttering, "Wonder if any of it works..." He moved to the taps, then shouted back out to her, "Though, You may consider joining me, this shit stinks worse then I thought it would and we were all covered in it." He turned the taps, and found to his surprise both the hot and cold water ran, the hot water was also scalding hot. He smiled and sighed as he set the water to a high heat, with just enough cold to keep from getting burned. He slid the cryo suit off and made his way into the steaming water.


((OOC/ A/N: For anyone else that showers, bathes, ect. Unless you have somewhere your going with it, make it quick, and simple. If theres conversation going on, please try to be decent and lower your description of anything between the waist and the knees on our men, and ladies and avoid fully describing the chest for our delicate ladies. Thanks ~Kaz.))
 
Nidelia blinked. He did have a point... and she couldn't reach her back. What was she doing?! She couldn't believe she was doing this.


She quickly got undressed and walked into the shower. After so long just the steam felt amazing. She couldn't help letting out a relieved sigh as she walked under the running water and felt the relief of the blood being rinsed out of her hair. It was hard to think that it had been two hundred years since she'd last taken a shower.


She still remembered being asked to join the program.
 
Alexander sucked in a deep breath, holding it in in as much an effort to calm himself as to keep down what little remained in his stomach. He was no stranger to such scenes, but to find one in a place that was supposedly guaranteed to be safe... but more to the point...


"That could have been me..." He muttered to himself, before whipping around to view the pods on either side of him were ripped open, not to mention the sizeable rends in his own pods shell, showing just how close he himself had come to knocking on Death's door.


He shook it off, letting go of his emotions and detaching himself from the situation. He couldn't afford to be emotional he needed to relax and figure out what happened. Something had happened, that much was certain, but what? He shook his, he needed more info.


The Captain bent down and opened the Duffel bag, searching blindly for the shakeable flashlight he'd packed, thinking as he did so. 'There aren't many things that could have torn those pods apart... It had to have been the work of infected creatures, it's the only explanation...' He felt a small surge of satisfaction as he locates the flashlight, and a small bit of surprise as he finds a wrist compass tangled on the flashlights strap. He shrugged, slipping it and the flashlight onto his wrist. A quick shake and he had himself a solid light source, using it to track down a few ammo clips and his M9 Beretta, not to mention a belt and holster.


He strapped it on, though kept the gun out and within arms reach as he recovered a SCAR rifle, by far his favorite and weapon of choice. He slipped it on over his shoulder, feeling far less naked, and shut his Duffel bag and slipped it on over his shoulder, grunting with the effort. He felt out of shape, but that had more to do with post-cryo fatigue than anything.


He picked up his Beretta with his right hand, shook his flashlight with his left, placing right over left to steady it, gun at the ready. He began examining the tubes around him, noting their rent and rusted state, while others still seemed relatively fresh, the decomposition of the bodies correlated as such. With each deceased soldier he came across, he collected their dog tag, shaking his head sadly.


'No way these are all twenty years old...' He thought. 'The doors must've held for some time, they'd have let us out before the beasts could reach down here... and what about the Tombstone? Something had to have gone horribly wrong...'


He sighed, using his compass to re-orientate himself and find his cryo pod. He reached around the damaged comm system for the wireless... There it is. He examined it briefly, noting the channel number and checking for any damages. Finding none, he slid it over his ear and flipped it on. It was a long-shot, but maybe there were other survivors.... After all, not all of the pods were filled with corpses.


"Mayday, mayday, this is Captain Alexander Woods of the 75th Ranger Regiment, U.S. Army broadcasting on channel 24601, does anyone copy? Over." He stated into the commlink in as clear a voice he could, waiting tensely for a response.
 
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Malcom had cleaned himself up. He hadn't gotten any bathing supplies, but hot water was more then enough for him then. He'd taken his cryo suit with him, so he rinsed it off, then shook it out. After a moment more of the unrelenting hot water. He turned off his tap and slid the suit back on, having grown used to the warm feeling. He called to Nidelia, "Nice isnt it?" He moved over to his bloody clothing, just in time to hear the signal come through, he froze, then reached down and snatched the thing up, "Luitenant Colonel Malcom Devontess of the USMC Special Task Force here, I read you Captain, Whats your situation? Over." He said automatically. Within a second he had his remote in his hand, and had the mans file up on his screen.
 
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After Malcom exited the shower Jace entered into the same locker room. "....Heh." His vision went from the delicate feet in one of the stalls to Malcom. His shaky steps were definitely something he could recognize despite him wanting Malcom to. And almost as if he were sharing the same sort of 'lack' of shame, he stripped in front of him. His legs, abdominals, shoulders, arms, neck and chest were all packed with muscle. He looked almost gorilla like in form. Other than the stumpy legs, of course. But all along his skin were raised veins, stressing themselves against his sweaty skin. For someone in the system, he was oddly missing tattoos. And in their place were scars that indicated where he had been stabbed, slashed, skewered, and a few 'hole'-like scars that were due to blunt force and severe scrapes. His entire body was like a roadmap of pain. With his back to Malcom, he'd peer over his shoulder. "Never had to share the showers with a woman before. You gonna watch me real good?" He'd ask with a completely vile squint in his eyes. "So it is true... Military-" He'd say as he rolled his shoulder around. The red marks of the strap from the backpack of heavy ammunition still on his skin. "-... Kind of figured. You seemed to know your way around." He'd go back to looking over his belongings, taking his gun AND his glass shiv with him in the shower.


He'd turn the hot water on solely and gave a "WHAT!?!?!" As the nozzles sprayed him everywhere from every direction, causing him to step out abruptly. "Damn design..." he'd place his fingertips on the left side of his chest as he went back in, shutting off all but the above valve and turning the water back on. "....Good." After getting himself soaked, he stepped out of the stream to suds up. It didn't take him long to soap up as he was practically a ball of bubbles as his hands submerged into the white sphere that enveloped him and then back out again as he did his duty of cleaning himself before stepping back into the stream and washing it all down the drain. While doing so, he would let out a series of whistles as he sounded out the tune of 'free-bird'.
 
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Nidelia glared at Jace when he came in and actually took her own hand gun with her into her stall for safety. She ignored his rude comment and merely went in to enjoy the hot water.


She chuckled softly at Malcolm's question. "Yes! My skin actually forgot the feeling of a nice hot shower. I hope never to have..." She paused as a sound was made sounding like "shlinkurp". As though something slimey but hardened had slid through some sort of metal.


She blinked shrugging it off and went on showering. "As I was saying I hope to never have to go without Ag-Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!" She screamed running out of her stall in a panic, this led to her slipping and falling naked at Malcolm's feet. "Something ran over my foot!!!!!" She squealed.


Meanwhile stranger tapping noises along the floor could be heard, but not seen through the steam in Nidelia's stall.
 
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Alexander chuckled out of relief, opening the link. "You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice, Lieutenant Colonel."


He paced excitedly, adjusting his rifle and Duffel bag.


"I just came to, and..." He hesitated. "Well, I supppose you already know. Is this all what I think it is? I was part of the Repel Team, keeping them away from the complex before it was sealed... the wounds on the men... they all look far too familiar for my liking."
 
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Hearing the sound of something hard hitting the shower floor, and having been still in the shower when it happened (now rinsing himself), Jace peeked his head around from his shower stall. "You didn't drop... the soap, did you?" He'd ask with a grin all too slimy itself. Though his eyes did seem to show some sort of concern as he shut the water off, grasping the gun and his make-shift knife.
 
Malcom nodded absentmindedly, then glanced to Jace, "I already know I don't need to Jace." He had tapped his comm off for a moment before replying to the Captain, "It is Captain, I don't know if you were briefed, but were in the Long Walk Scenario. I'll come to retrieve you in a few minutes. Just have to..." He heard the scream and spun, he knelt down and had Nidelia up off the floor within a second, he held the woman aloft, his comm still open, he said, "Captain, give me a moment, I have a situation." He carefully tapped his comm off and turned, setting Nidelia down on the bench carefully, "Wait here." Without even meaning to, he had his blood soaked Kukiri in his hand and he moved over to the stall, looking to Jace, "You see anything?"
 
Alexander nodded, more to himself than anything. "Understood."


He sounded calm, but was having a difficult time maintaining composure. Long Walk! Were things really that bad?
 
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