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

Malcom made his way after Jace rapidly, pulling his remote out, he re-memorized the path, then motioned to Jace, "That hall, left, another hall, go down a very long way, at least..." He frowned, "Twenty sections." Each section contained around four hundred cryo-pods, each pod being eight feet wide, and each gap between them around the same size. The space between walls was around thirty feet, giving space to transport self contained pods without issue of obstacles. the pods themselves were built into the supporting wall and floor, but could be entirely ejected, but they took up an average of eight feet into the hall, giving the center of the hall a fourteen foot gap between pods. Malcom did the math in his head, he shivered and looked to Jace, "Start running, fast as you can, make as much noise as you can on your way, It's almost ten miles Jace. Now Run, Run and don't stop."


He hadn't realized how massive this place really was, they were at the front position, the central point of the facility, they had been most of the time, each section was full of people, to the brim. Each "Block" was Twenty sections long, each section was thirty-two hundred feet long. Malcom's mind buzzed, and he shook it away. He'd never been briefed on the size of the facility itself, just seen the maps. But he was estimating it was over eighty miles across, and right now, they were halfway through a block, heading towards the farthest end of one of the blocks. Without hesitating, he started running, as fast as he could. He felt his adrenaline surging as the number repeated in his head, "Fifteen Miles.." Malcom tapped his comm, and yelled into it, "Woods, Open your comm to the side of the facility were not on, and start making some noise, as much as you can, as loud as possible, I want to see ugly running past me to get at it, Open every door you can between us and her. NOW!" He felt something, deep in him, something stirring, at the back of his mind, he began to hear something, a whispering, Malcom shuddered and pushed it away, focusing on running, he pulled his remote out, slowing to a jog for a moment, he tapped his comm onto the nearest communication speaker to the Revelia, saying into it, as calmly as he could, "Were coming, Just hold tight for a bit, we're coming to help." He closed his comm, knowing, deep down, there was little hope of saving the girl. But he would stoically trudge forward, he would grasp at that glimmer of hope, right up until he saw her, dead, or alive, because that's just how he was.

Author's Notes

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A note to the other players. Morridan and I spent a bit calculating out the strengths, and speeds of our characters with our slight enhancements from the mutations. We also calculated out the size of the facility.


The Facility is comprised of Twelve Visible floors. The two nearest the surface contain all of the command structure and inner workings as well as the core. They are significantly smaller then the other floors.


Floors Three through Ten are comprised of eight extending arms from a central room, which is shaped accordingly, and itself is a giant lift that descends down the entire length of the facility with sealing iris like shutters for containment that are all currently closed. The arms are each roughly forty miles in length. Giving the facility a massive footprint. It is "circular" in a respect. It extends North to South roughly 80 miles. Further figures will be added to our details later. But for now, the place is really really big.
 
Jace's arms uncrossed as the loosely given directions were ushered, as he started to take a few steps. He halted his movement upon how far he would have to run. It took him three minutes worth of running when Malcom sent him running FROM monsters from one end of the hallway to the other before-hand. And now he had to run through twenty? The thought of himself not making it in time caused his heart to skip a beat. His eyes snapped open and he whipped his head forwards, blasting forward in a growl-filled pace as his calves twisted and snapped tight with each step. In all, he would be propelled forwards at a speed of around sixty miles per hour. His face was wrinkled with strained effort as crows-feet immediately bunched up on the corner of each eye. The top of his nose wrinkled the area between each eye, and the sides of each nostril was tilted upwards and flared open. His bottom lip quivered downwards and the smirk on his face died, reincarnating into a deep and angry scowl. Suprisingly, his pace had picked up as his hulking frame raced down each section at eighty miles per hour, eyes squinting shut at times as he grunted and spat in his efforts at making the best time as he could.


The others would be able to see his little grey dot moving past 7 pods each second (if counting on one side), 14 pods on each side of the hallway being left in his wake. In his immediate burst of speed, his communicator actually flew off of his ear. His voice finally allowed itself to bellow outwards as he roared in anger, rattling every vent above him. The sound not unlike a pained beast caught in a trap. So it was this sound that relayed Jace's feelings. He felt the same sort of helplessness at how futile his efforts seemed to be (at least to himself). And like said beast without any options left, Jace merely struggled on, each foot pounding against the ground as he covered 58 feet in one single stride. His eyes glared in between squints at the end of each section. The opened ends of each section causing a fish-lens effect to occur, bubbling the focused area into clarity while the surroundings blurred and contortioned. And upon seeing a door stuck in a half-closed position, Jace's vision normalized enough to reached out, grasp ahold of a metal brace on his way, and battering-rammed his way through it in one fell swoop, keeping the metal beam in hand as he started winding it up, letting out another roar as he moved through the second and third sections.


All in all he had covered 3 full sections in just over one minute and thirty seconds. His speed fluctuating between sixty and eighty miles per hour depending on obstructions/obstacles. Though this would be all but oblivious to Jace as his only concern now was making his way to the woman in question. And killing any creature unfortunate enough to get between the two of them.
 
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Another bout of rumbling from outside the door told Revelia all she needed to know, which was that she wouldn't be alone in the maintenance room much longer. Looking about she found a barely clothed skeleton and a bent down the middle shotgun. Which was useless. What wasn't useless was the piping laying about.


Lifting a piece, she quickly compared the sizes of the inside of the metal tubing and the shotgun barrel to find that she might have some luck on her side after all. Sifting around some more revealed some copper wire, a few T-junctions for the piping and a couple empty shotgun shells and about eight unused shells. Screwing the T-junction to the end of her pipe, she then set about wrapping some wire to the pipe a little below the T-junction until about an inch and a half was left sticking straight out.


Satisfied, she bent the end of the sticking out wire into a right angle and pushed an empty shell into one end of the T-junction. A couple experimental swings against the wall and some fiddling with the wire later and she had the wire hitting dead centre on where the primer would be. That meant she had eight loaded swings... unless...


Grabbing at the tatters around the skeleton, Revelia started sifting through every pocket she could before grinning as she found another five shells and what appeared to be an ear and mouth piece to a communication set. Wiping some 'leftovers' off the set, she quickly secured it and made sure it was on before hitting the button.


"So, uh, anyone know the best part of living in Switzerland? Me neither, but the flag is a big plus! Geddit? Someone please be there for my crap joke."
 
Malcom had kept his comm open, so he replied without delay, knowing full well that it was more worth is breath to reply to her, then to use it towards running, as Jace would clear the way for him as they moved. He gave her a halfhearted chuckle, replying, "Yeah, I get it..." He smirked lightly and called out, "Hey Jace!" His comm would still be open, "The new girl wants to know if you know the best part of living in Switzerland." He'd wait for the other man, who was barreling on ahead to reply before he'd finish relaying the joke. Malcom had been in situations where the only thing that held a unit together was a couple of cheap laughs, he knew what to do in the situation, but because he knew, it wouldn't help him any. He put on a burst of speed, but came to a halt at a door that was shut, he found himself skidding, and slamming into it with a groan, saying as loudly as he could with the wind knocked out of him, "Door..." He brought up his left arm, pointing at the vent adjacent to the door, saying with the wind knocked out of him, "That way..." He'd peel himself off the door and shake himself out, realizing how his body armor had taken a considerable bit of damage from that impact, he began to wonder how fast he'd been going, especially that he'd passed by the human wrecking ball that Jace had become, if just by a few moments.
 
Hearing Malcom from on ahead, Jace growled out a "WHAT?!" hardly thinking this was the time to be making jokes, but listened once he had realized it was from the woman. As he continued to heft the beam of steel along with him which surprisingly had no real affect on the speed at which he was running. Urgency of course at play for all of that. But when he heard the rest of the joke, his frown eased up for a moment. That is until he was pointed to the vent beside the door. Which Jace took as an order to 'destroy'.


The sounds of heavy *FUMP* noises echoed out twice from his footsteps as Jace wound the thick steel support beam up in his hands, slamming it forwards while holding it diagonally from his left foot (which was stepping forwards) to his right shoulder, using the metal to blast his way through the concrete causing the other side to look as though an explosive had been set off while still keeping stride. The vent as well as an entire 12 inches worth of concrete had been punched through and into pieces and torn apart from the impact. The building material-sized support beam was dented but still in 'condition' for what it was needed for. Needless to say, Jace's stride suffered for the blow, and his speed had all but become a jogging pace but with a shake of his head and shoulders, pebble-sized chunks of cement fell off of himself as he started to speed back up to his previous pace. He huffed out a light laugh- or at least what could be assumed was one- and after a slightly audible "Heh" he continued to grunt as he went back to his previous, worried, expression. His mind wasn't necessarily in a joking mood. The thought of getting there too late was literally taking hold. Malcom would more than likely see this if he passed him by again as he blew out another huff, spit flying off to the other side as the man rolled his shoulder in preparation of another 'blockade'.
 
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Malcom shook his head, and sighed, as he pulled himself back, moving through the rubble that Jace had left behind. He prayed there were no more doors and he took off at a sprint once more, he could hear Jace ahead of him, but in the gloom, could not see him, and knew the man would beat him there by quite a few meters. Malcom was surprised by the damage though as he move ahead, this section was in tatters, as though the creatures had been nesting here. His thoughts however, were derailed again, as he once more heard the whispering echos in the back of his mind. He directed his comm over to Alexander for a moment, He slowed to a jog, though a fast one at that, he said, "Hey Woods, It's Malcom... You were briefed on the virus, at least to some extent... I'm just confirming... But when the virus takes hold of a host, after the augments in physical ability, the next part to follow are... whispers... right? Then after that is mental breakdown followed by intense hysteria, and finally they seem to get... pulled into the hive mind... Happens in a few hours right...?" He sped back up after he was finished speaking, putting on another burst of speed, he could once again hear Jace's footfalls, though he couldn't see the man yet.
 
Happy she got a response, Revelia realised that her next move would be to go take care of the thing outside the door. Pulling the shelves from the exit, she stepped out to find the beast trying to wiggle it's head further through the hole. As she stepped out and looked at it, it stopped and looked at her. Hefting her bone club in her left hand, she waved it left, then right, then left again, watching as the thing followed the bone.


Grinning, she lobbed the club straight at it and watched as it caught the bone it its jaws. As it was preoccupied Revelia hefted her bang-stick over her head and slammed it down as hard as she could across the beast's eye. The wire jolted forward from the impact, slamming home on the primer. A ferocious bark of exploding gun powder and a recoil that nearly spun her right back around was shocking, but the effect was instantaneous.


Her adversary slumped over dead, and she couldn't help but grin as she pulled the expended shell out and loaded up her next one. Clicking her comm.s sytem, she couldn't keep the grin out of her voice.


"Sooooo, made a bang-stick. Killed a thing. Which way should I go now?"


As she awaited a response, she counted her shells and was pleased to find she had twelve loaded hits left.
 
Woods snorted, tapping his comm and returning to the console. "I think I can do you one better, Malcom." He faced the computer, and tapped the comm to mute the mic, turning said mic wide. It was about to get pretty loud, and he'd rather to comms in the hall not bust or something. Especially since he might have to pull this trick again.


He sighed, and started warming up, going through exercises from near forgotten muscle memory. "Computer, let the good Staff Sergeant in. Oh, and get my comm access to ALL of the comms behind Alpha. And turn their volume to max. And check to see if you haven't got Rossini stored away in there." He sighed again, almost ready. He hadn't done this for years, even before the world went to hell... "Let me know when I'm live, I'll cue you when to play the music."


He turned to face the entering duo, nodding briefly to the civ, and saluting Nadia. "I hope you feel honored, Staff Sergeant. I don't do this often, and it's a rare treat with the world gone to hell. So pop a squat and try to enjoy the show." He grinned, a tad shyly. "And try not to judge, this was a hobby of mine long before I joined the military."


You are now live, Captain


He took a deep, steadying breath, and tapped his comm. "Good evening, Colorado!! Or morning, it's kind of hard to tell in here..." He called into the open air, using his best Howard Stern impression.


The current time is... the computer began, the time being covered by Woods' voice, still in his Howard Stern voice. "That was supposed to be a joke, gearhead. You do know what a joke is? Nevermind, that was a rhetorical question. Of course ya don't. Anyway, we're here in the Colorado Cryo-Tech facility, deep underground. Cheery place, this. What with the giant, slobbering beasts running about, not to mention the Contaminated."


He chuckled a bit. "Yes, that what a gibe at you, Jace. Pretty clever if I do say myself, but I digress. We're here to bring you some smooth, relaxing music to set the mood for any of those late-night joggers off to save some poor damsel..." His voice picked up volume, gaining in presence, and captivating those listening. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, in his Colorado debut, Captain Alexander Woods!"


Just then the opening bars to "Figaro's Aria" from the Mozart opera "Le Nozze De Figaro." Sounded through out the fourth floor, reaching even the ears of Alpha. The music was bouncy and jovial, far from the relaxing music promised by the pseudo-DJ. The music was soon accompanied by an energetic baritone, haltingly at first but quickly gained confidence and was soon singing along in perfect time with the music. (



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Upon the end of the selection he bowed deeply to his imaginary crowd.
 
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Malcom would have paused, mid step, but instead he sped up, as the music began to play, he muttered, "Lungs... Kid's got em..." he reached up and then tapped his mic, "Just sit tight, Jace and I are a few minutes from you, but were as close to the Calvary as it gets around here." And that's when it happened, a mad horde of humanoids were running past them on all fours, like a flock of birds running into a moving vehichle, they split in a perfect pattern. Malcom watched in slight awe as he continued to run through them all. He muttered, his mic still open, "Just... like Alvarez... God damn..." He pushed past them and made his way into the next hall, which was mostly clear. He saw Jace just ahead of him, and ahead of him, creatures, the bigger kind, lumbering towards them. The first, and largest, was around the size of a silverback gorilla, it was similar to those that had attacked them earlier that day, but it ignored Jace almost entirely, rather then dodging him as the humanoids had, it leapt over him. But it came to a stop in Malcom's path. Malcom responded in turn by stopping, and staring at the beast. It snorted at him,and then took a swing at him was it ran by. It's smaller counterparts, each did the same, only they took swings at Jace as well, like a frat hazing. Malcom easily dodged the blows starting with the larger one, and then he started running again, as he continued to dodge each swing. It felt normal, natural, like it was supposed to happen, but why. Malcom shook the feeling off and continued on, tapping his comm, he directed it towards Nadia, "Drop off the civilian, go to the armory, get my rail gun, and it's entire cache of ammunition then hold tight there. Got a mission for us in a bit. Gear up as best as you can, full body armor." He glanced down the hall, they would be nearing her soon. Within a minute or two.
 
Nadia sighed in relief as the doors of the CC opened. She saluted Woods back with a smile on her face. "Honored indeed, Captain." she grinned and found a spot against the wall, ushering Ethan to come and sit beside her. She removed the chain gun from around her and stretched as the heavy weight was removed from her body, she felt as if she had become a whole lot lighter now. Upon Captain Woods request she made herself comfortable, wondering what exactly the Captain was up to. She watched inquisitively as Woods worked the computer like a DJ on the radio...she couldn't be sure, because she had only heard the man on XM radio a few times, but it sounded as if he was doing a Howard Stern impression...and it wasn't half bad either.


She chuckled at the way he proceeded, laughed a bit at the joke aimed at Jace, and then nearly double over in laughter as the song began and she recalled the Mrs. Doubtfire rendition of the song. She held back though, intrigued by Woods musical talents being put on displayed, and sat in awe watching the performance and even giving him a standing ovation as he finished. Malcom's voice rang through her comm, ending her applause and grabbing her full attention, and after acknowledging his commands with a "Civ is safely secured, heading to the armory now", she took the bag of weapons from Ethan, and slung it over her shoulders before headinng out of the CC and making her way to the Armory, leaving the chain gun and a few firearms for Woods to take with.


Upon arrival, adrenaline carrying her there and making her body seem a lot lighter now that the chain gun had been removed, she began to gather all the necessary weapons and caches, remembering the rail gun and its cache. She found a locker with body armor in it and was happy to some gear that would fit her as best it could. Once she had gathered up everything and got herself ready she patched herself into Malcom's comm, "Geared up and ready to roll, what do you got for me?".
 
To much of his chagrin, Jace did hear the joke aimed at him and in his mind the thought 'yep... I know who gets this next' crept into his mind as he tightened his grip on the metal support beam. Of course he had a sense of humor, but it was darkened a bit due to the recent happenings. And when the humanoid creatures parted around him like the Red Sea, Jace almost audibly growled in disgust. But his ideals of misfortune quickly vanished as he saw the large lizard-esque lion with gorilla like forearms leap overtop of him. His eyes focusing on the ones directly behind as he let out a maddened laugh, winding the metal bar around and with a quick jerk, sent the bar through two of the creatures. The middle of their bodies exploded from the impact as the next three merely crumpled around the steel beam, soffening the blow of their companions and causing the remaining to survive the bludgeoning. Which in turn allowed the remaining ones (as well as the mist of blood and guts) to meet Malcom as he made his way. Jace's face was of course twisted in a perpetual display of pain and effort. His hands were bleeding from where the metal beam had made contact with so many objects. The harsh vibrations had all but demolished the skin encompassing his palms.


And then, out of all of the times to have asked, Jace's voice sounded out with a few shaky growls mixed in. "A-.... Are we going to make it in time?!" He'd shake his own head, not letting on to the worries that were building up and the little voices that started telling him he would fail. "If not, we need to HURRY UP!!!" He'd clamp his eyes closed and started to stomp his way through the crowd even harder, even if it meant taking a few shots from any would-be 'hazers'. Of course his eyes would soon re-open as he grit his teeth, huffing through them and sending a few strings of saliva to spray outwards to land on his own chin.
 
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Revelia would have loved to give her critique at the performance, but at the moment she found herself more preoccupied with a couple new 'friends'. They were a foot or so shorter than the fuzzy spiderpede and looked like the bastard love child of a big ugly monkey and a lizard. Two of them had shown up out of the blue and had her backed up against the thing she'd killed before. Despite knowing the answer due to the angry snarls, she couldn't help but click her comm.


"So, the ugly lizardy ones, they're the one that just want to be friends, right? If so, I've got one helluva party popper for them."
 
He chuckled, grateful for the applause. He was rusty, sure, but Robin Williams be damned, he still had it. He'd enjoyed that far more than he thought he would have... And he felt a twinge of what may have been sadness... He'd given that up to follow in his father's footsteps... A father he couldn't remember the face of, let alone the voice...


He shook his head, he'd made the right choice. He gave up college and a potential opera career to defend his country, and the people in it... And a damn fine job he'd done of it, too. The efforts of his squad helped defend one of the last strongholds of humanity... And even after the stronghold fell, he was still here, and he going to fight to defend what was left of humanity.


He was drawn away from his dark but determined thoughts as Nadia left him in the CC. Again. Great, looked as if he was stuck on babysitting duty.


He sighed, "Computer, could you run 'U Can't Touch This' through the comm's down there, please? It's not as if it was historically necessary to store as a classical opera, but hopefully..."


Playing 'U Can't Touch This' by MC Hammer now. Is there anything else you'd like, Captain Woods?


"Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred." He said, in his best Connery.


I'm afraid there is no alcohol allowed in the CC, Captain Woods.


"I know. It was a joke." Woods deadpanned.


Little did he know that the entire exchange had been relayed over the comms, Woods having neglected to mute the mic after his performance.
 
Malcom saw the back ends of the creatures, moving towards her, and his hands moved to his kukiri and his 9mm. Within a second, he'd drawn them both and had the firearm up, aiming at the beasts, He pulled the trigger and was rewarded with a click, followed by the explosion of gunpowder in the shell casing of the bullet, he could hear the slug as it screamed down the barrel of the gun, and spun at an incredibly high speed. Within a second, the shell had exited the barrel, and made it's way to it's intended target, the beast straight ahead of him, the first of the two, He shouted to Jace, in what felt like an eternity, "Get the one on the right!" His blade followed his bullet as he dove at it, his blade extended forward for the last few feet, and dove in after the bullet as the beast seemed to ever so slowly turn it's attention towards him, Malcom knew, in the back of his mind, that everything was actually moving at a normal speed, but right now, at the moment, it seemed like the beast was almost moving in reverse. His blade would slide into the damaged point, left behind from the bullet, just below the beasts jaw, and Malcom would sail over it's shoulders, his left arm holding the blade tight, his right wrapping around it's throat, He pulled, with every bit of power he had, and to his astonishment, was rewarded with crack, a pop, and a rending of flesh as his current target fell towards it's companion in a half ton mountain of flesh, bone, and scale. Malcom clung on though, not knowing if the beast was really dead.
 
Jace was already in a frantic state of mind. His eyes locked onto the one on the right just as he saw the flesh of the one on the left sling globules of blood from the shot. His right shoulder lowered as he let out a deep, almost bass-line, grunt. His hands twisted and spun the metal girder in a counter clockwise motion, coordinated almost perfectly with the flash of a blade and Malcom's body whirl around the creature's body to his left. And just as the top of the metal beam reached its top speed, Jace whipped his right shoulder around, taking a left step forwards to stop and achieve a whipping motion. The deep hurricane-like **FWUUSH** of the metal made contrast against the deep snap the creature's body made as Malcom wrenched its body under the sweep of the tree truck-esque steel. The end of which sparked against the ground, tearing the beast right from the woman's view, catching it mid-air as it aimed to leap straight at her. The whole ordeal leaving the creature to yelp as it rocketed its way to the ceiling, making contact, and leaving it to fall to the ground in a heap.


Whether it could survive such an impact, was not a test he was willing to give. Jace's body made motion one more time as he took two quick steps forwards, covering the distance and turned his body side-ways, whirling the girder overtop of himself as his feet were twirled off of the ground, slamming the end of the construction-grade steel slab onto the creature's head. Its legs, back, shoulders, and neck were all misshapen. And now, with the vibrating **PANG** of the heavy metal, the last crackling noises from the creature echoed out. The popping of bone chiming in with the chorus of the metal bar's reverberations as it stuck there in a diagonal fashion out of the ground, stapled on top of what remained of the once terrifying predator like some monolithic tomb stone.


To Malcom's current point of view, he would have seen all of this play out in slow motion. Jace's eyes twitching around as the initial struck was given, followed by the same eyes tracking the body in an arching motion as he took off after said creature as it collided with the floor; his face full of pain, hate, and a primal urgency to save someone. Soon after, that same face took on a sly smirk as he crushed his foot down on the creature's neck, grinding it back and forth, placing his hand on the Kukiri on his belt. "Come with me... If you want to live." His smirk only managing to get wider as he blatantly robbed the Terminator franchise of one of its most popular one-liners. And apparently done so without a single twinge of shame.
 
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Revelia couldn't tell what surprised her more, the inhuman abilities the two men that had come to her rescue had just shown off, or the audacity to make such a shite joke. Face meeting palm for a second, Revelia quickly shrugged it off and slung her bang-stick over her shoulder. Giving the pair of men a smile, she nodded to them before speaking.


"Well, unless you've got another route, it's back the way you two came. I'm Revelia, just incase their are any other short chicks wandering around." she chuckled.


In truth, she wasn't too sure how safe going with these two was, but they had come all this way to get her, so they couldn't be that bad. Granted they both seemed like they could use a shower.
 
Jace took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thought to himself for a moment while still keeping his smirk. "You'd have to ask him." He'd say with a tilt of his head upwards as he nodded his chin up towards Malcom. He gripped the metal girder once more, ripping it from the ground with quite some effort and almost stumbled backwards once the rubble let loose. He'd make sure to hold it vertically as he turned, walking over beside her. His shoulders strained more than ever against the navy-blue mechanical engineer's overalls, pushing the tattered part of the sleeves he had ripped off upwards into little 'tufts' of denim fibers resembling thin blue lines of fur at a quick glance. His hulking form walked past her as he stared Malcom down, blood dripping down off of the metal beam and onto the floor with thick smack-sounds. In fact, quite a lot of little droplets were falling. On closer inspection, Malcom would realize that the skin on his hands had all but exploded off of the palms. The only skin left on them were on the tips of his fingers and the wrinkles at the middle of each hand. "What's the plan?"
 
Malcom collapsed, right there on the spot, he fell onto his back, thoroughly drained. He was gasping for breath, his vision going between light and dark as he tried to push himself into a seated position. When his vision cleared after a moment he replied to her, "Just... Just a few..." He looked to Jace and shook his head, "No way we can get her up there..." He looked to Jace's hands, with a grimace, "And no way your climbing that shaft like that." He tapped his comm, and spoke into it, "Woods, Unlock the elevator from the bottom to top, just the one though, and then lock down the central command and go gear up with Nadia, I want..." He coughed, clearing his throat, his lungs still burning, it took him a moment to recover, "I need you both down here ASAP, bring me my rail gun, and some light medical supplies, field triage is good enough. Med-kit... or..." He shrugged, "Something." He looked back to Revelia, his body covered in sweat, blood, and god only knew what else, so he said, "I'd introduce myself properly, but as you can see... Sitting, seems to be my new position in life... I'm Malcom Devontess, the current acting commander in chief of the human race... Welcome to..." He motioned to the two creatures, "Whatever these things call this place now..." And then he fell back, staring at the darkness of the ceiling, trying to remember the last time he'd slept.
 
"Sleeping, apparently. But if that;s the case, then I get the corner of the maintenance closet, with Malcom, then you in between the door and I. Means I get more sleep while those things chew through you two." Revy jibed cheekily as she reached into a pocket and pulled out extra scraps of torn up cryo suit, "Now lemme see your hands so I can wrap them up for you. I'm no medic, but it's better than you bleeding everywhere."


As Revelia awaited the big man's consent, she couldn't help but think that this rescue was not entirely thought out.
 
Jace lowered the right end of the metal bar, letting it hit the floor with a thud as he eased the tension in his arms. The weight of said girder being around six hundred pounds. His hands twitched and jerked as he closed his eyes, huffing out a breath of air. "You're a doll." He'd say this with all the best intentions, not giving her any fuss in trying to patch him up. However she'd notice that all of the blood was starting to goop up into a 'slosh' in his palm. The damage though was a bit too extensive for the regular clotting. "I'd say... If they don't deliver on that lift, we're all f.u.c.k.e.d.... Not like we planned this in the first place." His fading smirk signaling just how true that statement was. And disclosed to her that they came in with absolutely no contingency plans. "Hell... I thought we were done for when we let the others escape."
 
Malcom looked to Jace for a moment from his place on the floor, and snorted, "Really? I was going to head into the vents and play tunnel rat again." He looked at the man's hands, and frowned, "Miss, Do yourself a favor, No offense Jace, But don't let his blood touch you... Or if you do, find something to wash it off with. Anything, check the service room, something chemical... Don't ask why but... Just..." He grimaced, and pushed himself back up. He'd somehow managed to get through all of that without a mark on his body, he didn't know how, but he had. He knew now that they were infected, that the virus had taken root in their systems, and that it was very contagious. He sighed and said, "I've got a few other plans... to get us out, even if the lift fails..." He said, changing the subject. He had been thinking on it, since they started running, and had realized that they had several escape options, though each more dangerous then the last.
 
Nadia made sure that her knives were sharpened and she had adequate ammunition for the weapons she was carrying. She was properly geared up and was about to head out when she remembered about the med-kits...they could probably definitely use some, recalling the scene she last saw before she took Ethan to the lift. She went through different lockers, searching high and low, before she found it under a pile of falling uniforms, and she smiled as she quickly knelt down and stuffed it into her Bag'O'Death that Jace had originally owned.


Upon gathering all that she thought she would need she decided to go ahead and head out. Woods had gotten his commands and should be following behind soon, so it wouldn't really be that bad if she went on ahead. She figured that those two, now three, had caused enough ruckus that perhaps she wouldn't be overrun like they had been earlier, but of course she was taking an enormous risk attempting to traverse to the lower levels alone. She opened her comm channel, for all to hear, "Got a medkit and all the guns and ammo I can carry, heading to the lift...or rather shaft to Hades, Woods shouldn't be too far behind. How's the situation down there?" she secured the bag over her shoulder as she made her way to the lift. "Any chance there's a service ladder in the shaft? I'd hate to have to try to use the cables or something to try to climb down." she said with a slight grimace. She wasn't necessarily afraid of heights or anything, but rather cautious and weary of them. Nothing like climbing the gym rope to the roof and then falling and breaking an arm at a young age to made you do a double-take at the thought of heights and climbing...not that it would matter in the one that came loose, since it would just be a giant vacant open space of doom.


Thinking about the fact that her life was ultimately saved due to Malcom's command for her to return lit a fire under her behind to get back into the action to help out as much as she could, and with some pep in her step she began to hustle toward the lift in which she had rode up to the CC with Ethan.
 
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Woods turned his mic back in, switching his comm over to Malcom. "Roger that, Commander Devontess." His tone turning cold, professional, as he to the console, unlocking the lift as instructed manually. Bit took him a few moments, but he figured it out. "Alright, the lift is up, sir. En route to the armory now... ETA two minutes, I'll confirm upon arrival, over." He tapped the comm to close the channel.


He took a brief moment to memorize the route to the armory, never having been there before now. He made sure to grab his SCAR where he'd left it leaning against the console, slinging it over his shoulder, and a few grenades he'd 'acquired' roughly an hour ago. It'd been an eventful day so far, what with explosions, retrieval missions, and opera all in such a short amount of time. It was almo- no, it definitely was insane. But it was a dirty job, and the civs sure as hell weren't up for it... and that left him and the others with training... or 'on the job experience...' Heh, he'd hafta tell someone that one some time. Jace would probably get a kick out of his newest gibe.


On that high note, Woods headed out of the CC, after muttering a brief warning to Ethan not to touch anything, and to wake the doc if anything went downand they needed help. It was then he got Nadia's call. "Do you usually take that tone with an officer, Staff Sergeant?" He barked into his comm, though he picked up the pace from a brisk jog to an all-out sprint. "En route to the armory now, mind pointing out where the body armor is a head of time, Staff Sergeant? Since you're so concerned concerned with speed, it might shave a few seconds off my time."


He turned the final corner, having covered a fair amount of ground in a short time. He'd always been a fast runner, but this was... Shit. Fucking fantastic. His macabre Brave Heart face paint got him infected. Must still be in its early stage, he hadn't flown light a goddamn sports car like Jace and Malcom had... Shit, he'd better tell the Commander. He tapped his comm, switching to Malcom. "Confirming arrival, sir. A-and... I think I've got it too, sir... Over." He sounded shaken, and that didn't happen often.
 
Nadia had gathered all the necessary tools and gear that she felt would be required, and felt that she was ready to give her comrades the aid and support they needed. It took her about 4 minutes to get to the lift that she had used to get back up to the main floor, and as she approached it and hit the button to open the lift, she turned her comm on and connected with Malcom. "Woods is running a little bit behind, do you think I should wait for him or is it clear enough for me to head on down there?" she figured it would be best to wait for backup, but she was honestly fired up to get back into the swing of things. She had let things get a little carried away during her first encounter, wasting a ton of ammunition when it wasn't necessary at all.
 
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Revelia listened as the voice over the radio, Woods, stated that 'he had it too'. That meant that people were infected, which left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Still, as long as no one was randomly turning, she supposed it was worth sticking around. At least for now. Limbering up, Revy shook out a couple kinks before nudging Malcom with her foot.


"Hey, just going to ask, shouldn't we start making our way towards the lift? You know, to be there for when it arrives?"


She wasn't trying to be obnoxious, she was just hoping to offer some useful advice, or pitch in a bit. That and being stuck at the end of the hallway with the furry spiderpede blocking the escape route seemed like piss poor tactical planning.
 
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