Prison Break (GEAR, Others)

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Flashes of red and piercing screams interjected themselves periodically as the nightmare played through Einar’s restless sleep like the scenes of a play. He was back on Paimon Station, the Oculi Inferni home base atop one of the larger rocks in the belt, leading the final assault on the eldritch organization. His brigade had spent the greater part of 4 years leading a difficult campaign against the shadowy and heavily armed cult only to finally, by a stroke of luck, uncover the headquarters of their operation. His team strained for resources and manpower, their assault on the fortress was a risky one. But the risk of the attack or the loss of life suffered by his men was not what continuously haunted his dreams. Inside the heart of the station, after they had taken the PT hangar and armory of the station, Einar had seen what could only be described as horrors. Biomechanical monstrosities, half alive and half dead, screaming and gnashing as binds that held them.



He awoke suddenly, his neck aching from resting against the hard wall of the tiny cell. Four cement walls and a cold floor surrounded Einar, his captors not bothering to provide him with any bed mat or other comfort. A blaringly bright light hung high above Einar, the guards leaving it on all night in what he imagined to be a step in the textbook manual of breaking a man for interrogation. Only a day earlier, Einar had returned to Directory controlled space following the successful completion of his mission, but instead of a welcoming party, the Terra Sentinel Lieutenant Colonel was greeted by a small battalion of armed soldiers. A pair of handcuffs and a cold cell later, Einar found himself in his current predicament. Stirring slightly, the massive pilot stared down at his handcuffs for a moment and contemplated them. Three links of soldered steel and two steel loops. The engineering of handcuffs had not changed tremendously over the past couple hundred years, and even on a man as large as Einar, his captors had apparently trusted the integrity of a single pair of handcuffs enough to leave his restraint only to their strength. A sliding window in the metal door of the cell opened suddenly, the guard attending the cell on the other side.



“Rise and shine, Tiny.”
 

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Day in and day out, it was the same routine.

Three times, a tray of... Well, not entirely inedible food was pushed through a small slat in the door.

Once, he would be taken out and questioned, answering some muttered questions by a suited official under armed guard, whilst one or more additional attendees - perhaps journalists, perhaps scientists, would take notes. On occasion, they would take a blood sample, or wave him over with some other kind of instrument - but never seemed to be satisfied with the outcome.

Not yet at least.

Today, however, seemed...

Different.

Once his morning meal was delivered, and the guard left... There was a curious quiet.

No lunchtime meal appeared in the slightest. In the distance, there were some rumbled conversations, and the sudden hurrying of boots before again... Silence.

And then, what must have been over an hour since the normal dropoff time, there was a sudden electronic click.

With characteristic slowness, the door of Einar's cell swung inward on its hinges... Yet this time, no Guard appeared to drag him away, nor any interrogators. Indeed, it appeared nobody was there to accost him whatsoever. If he were to peer out of his cell cautiously, to his left he would have seen row upon row of similar doors - none of which were unlocked as his was... and to the right was the only sound: one of a rumbling static.
 
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The electronic click of the opening door was of a distinctly different sound than that of the sliding window. Einar’s ears perked at the noise and he raised off of the floor and back to his feet. Sweat was beading around his brow as his workout was interrupted by the open door, and his shirt was lifted above his shoulders and dangling from his neck. A white jumpsuit had been issued to him after his own clothes and equipment had been confiscated, and with his hands left cuffed while he was in his cell. He was unable to remove his shirt without tearing it, and wore it around his neck to keep it from dirtying during his exercise. Now standing, Einar ducked down below the ridge of the doorway and peered out of the opening, seeing more cells in the hallway to his left, and an open hallway with an odd noise to his right.



He didn’t know who occupied these other cells, and whether or not they be fellow soldiers like himself or legitimate criminals incarcerated for their various wrongs. Under normal circumstances, he may have checked out a few other cells, but for all he knew his release was a part of a clerical error or system malfunction, and he knew he needed to take advantage of the situation. He could not risk the other prisoners alerting guards. He walked towards his right, approaching the loud buzzing noise and open hallway, anticipating guards appearing at any time. He looked down at the handcuffs before him and decided to make his gamble. Using his massive bulk and strength, relying on his cybernetic enhancements to help him overcome his body’s natural pain inhibitors, Einar strained against the cuffs and attempted to snap the chains that bound the wrists together.
 

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The buzzing only grew louder as Einar walked, the sound of his footsteps loud in the quiet halls. As he rounded a corner, however... the source would have become clear.

Ahead, was a guard room - normally locked and sealed behind plexiglass walls, but now the door was ajar, the mechanism that would ordinarily have held it closed having been wrenched out of shape, now merely able to keep it propped open.

As he creeped into the interior, a metallic, oily tang wafted up to meet his nose. It was something any soldier of the battlefield would know...

The scent of blood.

The interior of the guard room was standard faire - rows of lockers for the guards themselves, as well as what appeared to be a pair of additional holding cells placed at the back, presumably for prisoners that couldn't be kept with the rest. Several desks littered the interior, as well as a television that, at this point, currently only broadcasted static.

What was different, however... Were the immediate signs of a struggle.

Several of the desks were broken, as if something had been thrown through them with great force, and the bodies of several armored guards littered the floor. One in particular, closest to the doorway, was slumped over a desk with what appeared to be a long handled knife sticking out of his back. Along the wall next to him, scrawled in letters three feet high, someone had written in blood:



Placed at the corner of the table in a distinctly eye-catching fashion, was a red envelope. Close inspection would have revealed that on its surface was his name, written in elegant cursive print. Its surface was soft and slightly velveteen as he eased it open, dropping two items out into his palm - one, a small, simple white card, in which the following was written:

To Einar Vagnasson:

Sometimes we make our choices.

Sometimes our choices make us.

The world has changed,

yet the mission of Terra Sentinel is eternal.

Allow me to return to you

Your stolen "possibilities".

Choose wisely.

-HYPERION
Affixed to the interior of the card, he would find... a small device of some kind, razor thin - that happened to exactly match an indentation on his handcuffs. Were he to match the two together... With a chipper sounding beep, the restraints would have released themselves, leaving him a free man once more...

Though to what, it seemed uncertain.
 
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The cuffs didn’t break. His initial assessment of the cuffs was obviously wrong, or perhaps his own strength had diminished in captivity, despite what few exercises he could perform. He moved closer and closer to the sound at the end of the hall, coming upon an ajar door leading to what was clearly marked to be the guard room. The humming was deafening, though aside from its odd buzz, no other sounds could be heard inside. If it was occupied, wouldn’t he have heard talking, footsteps, or the chatter of television or radios? He creeped forward a bit more, despite not being able to break his handcuffs, he was still a formidable opponent in hand to hand combat. Slowly, Einar grasped the edge of the partially open door and swung it outward. The iron scent of blood filled his nostrils.

The interior of the guard room looked as if a scene from a horror film. Bodies of brutalized guards were lain strewn across the floor, as well as broken desks and other miscellaneous items. One guard’s body was slumped over a desk, immediately beside a large and bloody message scribbled on the wall.
“Who is Hyperion?”

His eyes tracked over to the red envelope on the desk and he picked it up between his bound hands. Tearing at the top of the envelope with his mouth, Einar withdrew the message inside and unfolded it, holding it up to the light to read it. A letter addressed to him, from Hyperion?! He had seen a member of the Hyperion group once, in passing mostly, and even as a high-ranking member of Terra Sentinel he knew almost nothing about the enigmatic figures. He withdrew a small device included in the envelope and recognized its design. Lowering it to his handcuffs, he heard a loud click and buzz within and felt the binds fall to the floor. A long knife was stuck in the back of the guard slumped over the desk, and Einar took the blade by the handle and unsheathed it from the man’s body. He wiped the blood on the dead man’s shirt and held it in a reverse grip. He walked over to the other end of the room, where a second door to another part of the base was closed shut. Einar looked around, seeing a series of plastic tubs on a table beside the door. Inside the tub on the far right were clothes he recognized instantly, his own uniform that he had arrived in. Walking to the tub, he set the knife down on the table and changed quickly. He had left his MP5K back on his boarded shuttle, and his Gespenst had been sent ahead to Terra Sentinel headquarters when the unit’s ship had first arrived in Directory controlled space.

The world had changed. The letter was cryptic, in true Hyperion fashion, but its meaning was clear to Einar. He had been intercepted when attempting to visit his family on Earth. He had no confirmation that they were safe, but it was clear that these Directory men were not on his side as they once were. From what he had picked up, Terra Sentinel was no longer in good standing with the government it had so dutifully served. He needed to find the hangar, and a way out of this base as soon as he could. Grabbing the knife that he had set down, Einar walked to the closed door and opened it, walking cautiously through it and into what lay beyond.

(Editted what we discussed about Hyperion)
 
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There was one last thing in the guard room, the special holding cell built into the wall of the room. A dirty blonde and a lanky black haired man contained in it, both in prisoner's garments, thanks to the way it was placed only able to see part of the room. Causing them to only get to see Einar as soon as he went towards the door. The lanky man silently sat on the floor, holding the cuffs in front of his face and inspecting them. Both seemed some ten to fifteen years younger than Einar himself.

"Hey, pssst." The dirty blonde said in an attempt to get the silver blonde's attention, in contrast to his companion who calmly sat there his hands were holding onto the bars, the same cuffs also on him.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that sound just not was you getting these off." He shook the cuffs to accentuate them. "You wouldn't mind sharing would you? Not without something in return of course."

Roman took a second to consider what would get the giant to agree releasing them. He looked back at Anthony for a second and was suddenly very glad his companion had also been captured.
"You see, my friend here knows the layout of the place. Can lead you straight to a hangar or just a fire exit if you prefer."

Still focused on his cuffs, a simple "Correct." Would come from the black haired man. Should this gambit for freedom not work like his commander wanted to he had a few back up plans.
 
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A voice called out to Einar before he could exit the room and a sudden adrenal dump surged through his body. Had he missed someone? He looked around and saw that an odd door in the side of the room was housing two men, one of which had blonde hair in a short to medium styling, and the other laying down on the floor with a tall and gaunt build and black hair. He exhaled and allowed some of his nerves settle, a panging sense of shame eating at the back of his mind. Had he really just been surprised by two prisoners? Had he not noticed the cell when he first walked in the room? Though he thought that he had been honing his body and mind in captivity, it would seem that his imprisonment had dulled his instincts a little bit, and he considered that perhaps his daily rations may have contained more than met the eye. Thankfully, lady luck had graced him once again and the voice that called out to him was from a safe and secure cell, and not from a guard he had missed and who could have killed him. He turned back away from the exit door, or what he presumed to be such, and made his way to the entrance of the cell.

The blonde man was trying to appeal to Einar, to get him to release them from their cell and to use his handcuff key on their bindings. Such was not Einar’s first inclination. He may have been a political prisoner, seemingly part of a greater conspiracy by his now former government, but he had no intelligence regarding the other prisoners in the facility. His feud was administrative, corrupt leaders had poisoned his people against him and his organization, but that did not mean that other prisoners of this facility were not incarcerated for good reason. He began to turn away from the men silently, only to hear the blonde man claim that they knew how to escape the facility, a voice presumedly from the black haired man confirming this information.

They could be lying. It was entirely possible that these two were going to say whatever they could to get Einar to let them loose, then betray him when freed. He looked about the room at the slain guards and saw that no guns seemed to be lay about. The knife in his hand seemed to be the only, or one of the only weapons in their immediate vicinity. He sized both figures up. They weren’t particularly small, but they lacked the same muscle and size that he had. With consideration, he figured that he stood good match against both of them if it came to a close quarters fight.

“Who are you, and why does the Directory have you imprisoned?”
He asked the question to the men before opening the door or releasing their cuffs. His help depended on how convincing their answers were.
 

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The blonde haired man seemingly shifted his weight once Einar began scanning the room,instinctively moving his weight to avoid any attacks out of surprise, he'd perform a cursory glance of the giant. At first his attempts seemed to fail, but when the free man once more turned to face him Roman smiled at him. For a moment he considered how to answer the query, it seemed this man was short and to the point so that was one factor to take into account. He glanced back at his companion for a moment before answering.

"Well, this is Anthony and I'm Roman and we have been imprisoned for toppling one of their cargo trains alongside some Russian revolutionaries and not having proper identification." A honest answer, the blonde figured trying to bullshit his way out was less likely to work than just being honest. Especially when talking to someone wearing those garments during their breakout.

Anthony in the meanwhile stood up and put his arms together, in turn he would pinch parts of the handcuffs. With this seemingly random objective complete the black haired man would walk up to his companion. Were Einar to inspect them he'd notice small indentations on the handcuffs Anthony wore, too specifically placed to have been from wear and tear and upon arrival Anthony would begin inspecting the handcuffs Roman wore much like he did his own moments prior.

"So what do you say? Shall we team up Mr..?" He left the blank for their potential liberator to fill in.
 
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Einar thought on Roman’s words carefully, looking both figures up and down. Anthony rose to his feet and approached the door of the cell, both incarcerated men wearing cuffs similar to the ones that Einar had worn. What really did he have to lose? These two stood nothing to gain by betraying Einar, and had Hyperion really dispatched of these guards, these two would likely not have been left alive unless they were not a threat to Terra Sentinel. They were self admittedly both criminals against the Directory, and the instinctually he became slightly offended when they had told him this. He had to remind himself that the Directory was apparently now his enemy, and that Terra Sentinel seemed to no longer serve at the Directory’s interests.

“Very well, lets get you both out of here.” Einar looked to a panel on the wall and selected the opening code. The cell door swung open and Einar stood before both men. One by one, he would use the key given to him to unlock the cuffs on each of the men, then step away and back towards the door he had been about to go through.

“Well, which is the way out of here?” He looked from Roman to Anthony and awaited their reply. He was curious as to how the men were so familiar with what appeared to be a top secret facility, though he was still undecided on whether or not he could trust the men, and more immediate and pressing matters were at hand than the satisfaction of his curiosity. He grasped the knife in his hand slightly tighter and began to refocus on the mission. Not too long ago, he would have considered the staff of this facility to be allies in a common cause, now he needed to be prepared to kill them at a moment’s notice.
 

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Roman rubbed his wrists as he was released, watching for a moment as Anthony was released.
"Well, that is your cue." The blonde said to his companion "I'll go and grab our stuff in the meanwhile."

The black haired man spoke up in response.
"The path to the exit is in the direction from which you entered this room. As soon as you leave turn to the right and head down the hallway near the end there is an elevator that requires one of the guard's card keys to operate or at least operate to its full extent. I will tell you more as we progress which I hope you can understand." Einar would recognize the direction in the hallway as the one he came from prior.

Roman paused by the lockers, he had opened both containing their belongings but something had caught his interest. The wall by the door.
"Well, someone either really likes or dislikes hyperion huh, you happen to know a bit on that?" He said to himself as he took out his belongings from the locker, a pilot suit and a winter coat. He quickly donned his pilot suit and the coat over it and then looked to where the other two were.

"By the way until you tell us a name I'm just going to refer to you as Mister E. Anyway since we need a card key I'll go rifle through their belongings and see if I can find some of those." With that announcement Roman began a search through the dead bodies.

Anthony would begin moving to his belongings, all of which were simply clothing.
 
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"The way that I had come.” Einar looked back over his shoulder towards the cell block that he had escaped from. It had been a flip of a coin, either right or left, and Einar had ventured towards the guard office. He thought for a moment on how Hyperion might have suspected that he would go to the right and receive his message and gift, though did not waste too much time on his pondering. Roman began to gather things, then brought to Einar’s attention that he did not introduce himself, also questioning the bloody mural about the identity of Hyperion.

Einar considered lying about his identity and making up a story, but the two men were obviously not friends of their captors, and the guards already knew who he was. It was no secret that Einar Vagnasson had been captured upon his return to Earth. Einar turned to the blonde man and nodded at him, a gesture that he acknowledged that he should introduce himself.

“I am Einar Vagnasson, Terra Sentinel Lieutenant Colonel rank. Hyperion, that information is confidential. I believe this is my jailbreak, I have no intel on any additional assistance.” He looked around the room, then walked to the door that he had entered from beforehand.

“If you recover the keycard, lets move on ahead.” He moved through the door ahead of the other two, working his way down the hallway back towards the cells. He saw the open door of his cell on the left hand side, it was the first cell in a line of several others. Looking down to the end of the hall he could see another door, but nothing beyond it. Were there any more guards down this hallway? The elevator could be a point of entry for guards switching shifts or for any requests for support or backup. The amount of time that had passed since the attack in the guard room suggested that reinforcements had not been called, but Einar was unsure to what extent Terra Sentinel had gone to free him from prison. Had only the guard room been assaulted by their forces, or had the base by large been attacked?
 

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Obtaining they key card, the unlikely trio made their way down the hallway outside the guard room, having retrieved their various effects. The trip to the elevator was uneventful, most of the cells they passed being either empty, or silent - small led indicators outside their doors were either green or red, but there was no further indication of what, if anything, they had meant.

The elevator in question was relatively large and roomy, and opened invitingly as they reached it with a pair of thick, yet unblemished doors bearing the Directory insignia - compared to the guard room, it appeared to be a recent addition to the facility, as the biometric touch pad located in its interior was sleek and modern, responding immediately to the swipe of the key card. Despite normally appearing to require some form of biological verification, likely to the surprise of the group, it instead closed and began to move, gliding upward on magnetic rails.

A cursory glance of a map of sorts that was illuminated over the dashboard indicated that they were being taken up towards the top floor, with at least three other subsections located beneath it. Rather than a simple ascent or descent, the elevator seemed to at times also serve as a railcar of sorts, traveling horizontally between two levels marked "B1" and "B2" respectively, located below the first subterranean layer. Yet... the trip was surprisingly short, as a low groan erupted through the metal's surface.

Electronic brakes came into effect... and the lighting in the container turned a low, bright red, with the floor reading listing "LEVEL B-2".

Slowly, silently, the doors slid open.


Before them... Was a lobby area of sorts, it seemed. No other elevators were present, but there were instead several branching paths, as well as an (unoccupied) central area. Cups of coffee and plates of food lay cool and untouched besides data tablets on tables and chairs, their owners nowhere to be seen. Several corridors stretched out - one larger to the left which descended into a slope, and two to the right, which rose into a series of stairs, with there also being several doors located at the end of the lobby. Overhead, a series of floating, holographic screens all displayed a similar message:

WARNING: Emergency Quarantine Procedures In Effect.
All employees are to report to designated containment areas, and to carry identification cards.
Special Forces have been dispatched.

All unidentified personnel will be eliminated.
 

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The pair had remained quiet for a change, or at least a change for Roman, during their trip to the exit, only to find the idea of freedom just out of reach as their stop was forced. Once the doors opened Roman pushed himself against the wall with the door and Anthony to his immediate side, the two seemingly not intent on having someone fire rounds into the elevator.

But when not even a sound came the blonde peered around the door, noting the empty room.
"Well, that is a bit of an anti-climax."

"Or. Maybe not. Some sort of quarantine is in effect." Roman remarked after he had the time to look up to the screens.

"It seems some experiments went haywire. Perhaps those they talked about." Anthony responded. "Either we can try and uncover what happened here or take those stairs and leave the directory to the mess they made."

"Well I for one would like to know what they're meddling with. Hey Anthony, you're the tech wiz see if you can look into that terminal over there, because even if we're heading up we might be better off knowing whats on it." The curiosity was clear in his voice, but he still wanted to remain objective. Besides, gathering some intel on the Directory's new Flavor of the Month experiment was always a plus.
"I don't like the sound of special forces however. We might have some hefty resistance if those are still kicking, or worse if they aren't."

"Right. Hmmm, Einar you wouldn't happen to know about artifacts perchance? Perhaps if Terra Sentinel saw fit to release you it also decided to release this reaction as your distraction?" Anthony threw a guess out as he headed to the lone terminal on a reception desk, mug of coffee still besides it.
 
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The elevator moved in an unconventional manner, rather than ascending to a higher level it moved laterally at a slow rate of speed. The other two men had joined in inside the elevator and they all stood silent until the elevator reached its end. Roman and Anthony displayed keen tactical awareness by taking cover behind the door frame of the elevator doors as they opened, Einar himself had tucked back and to the side, partially concealing his large frame. The door opened to eerie silence, and Einar kept behind Anthony and Roman as they exited the elevator. The room to which they entered looked like it had been occupied a short time before their arrival, but that for some reason the room was not completely occupied. Several holographic monitors hung from the ceiling and flashed in a manner designed to attract attention, each monitor displaying the same image.

’A quarantine…’ The displays all read the same message, about special operation teams being dispatched to handle a quarantine. Einar recognized this type of speech. They were the invasive body, damaging to the host, their elimination was the target of the operation. The employee staff had left this area in their attempt to flee the quarantine zone, and thus a path to safety must have existed from this location. Two corridors on the right seemed to lead to an elevated position, while a large corridor to his left had a slight downward slope at the end of the room were closed doors that he could not see through or into. The two other men talked among one another and the one called Anthony began to make his way towards an automated terminal, presumably to access additional information. In his experience, the markings of “B1” and “B2” typically meant the first and second basement levels respectively. The pressure in his ears and stuffy air in the room suggested that his deduction may have merit, and Einar knew that general directions would dictate that he ought to head down either of the ascending corridors to his right. He held his knife tight in his hand still, his bare chest open to the musky air, and flexed his fingers.

While upwards was likely the direction that he needed to go, he had no information on exactly how deep below ground they were currently located, and for a large number of people to enter to and from the facility, as well as for there to be furniture and large items within the lobby they were currently standing, there needed to be a large service elevator with room to transport the larger items. Additionally, the design of the floor plan allowing for a large corridor additionally suggested that the path to the left was a major accessway. Such an accessway that would allow for an emergency evacuation. Yes, the occupants of the lobby had likely exited through the left corridor, meaning that he had some certainty that heading left would get him where he needed to go. Unfortunately, that also meant that the tactical teams sweeping the floor were also approaching from the left.

Einar looked again at Anthony and Roman, and then towards the left corridor. He held his knife tight, and looked around for avenues of escape or places to hide. At the back of the room were several doors, possibly containing other holding cells, or better yet, perhaps additional paths of escape.
 

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As Anthony tapped away at the keyboard... a voice echoed through the halls.

Yet... Only one among their number would be able to hear it.

It came from all directions, yet none at all - passing through his being, as if a great, faceless presence were running the tip of its finger across his soul. A chorus of countless, eerie whispers, all different voices, yet somehow the same. He had heard these voices before... Or, perhaps... something like them. But... How could such a thing be possible? It was... scratched, and distorted, like was being played back through an ancient casette, garbled, yet still somehow barely understandable.

D̸͡i͟͡d҉̵ ҉̛̕y̧͞o͝u͠ ̵͝͠f͘͢͜o̷͢rg͜e̴t̢͘͡ ͘͠a̧̕l͜r̴̴͡e̡͞ad͡ý͘?́͘͞

The android's efforts would yield some fruit, at least - most of the vital systems were locked out, but he could at least access some basic information on the facility. To their left, down the sloping path they would find research labs - apparently, including a cargo elevator for transporting experimental mobile weapons, as well as other large EOT items for processing. The stairs to the right, it appeared, led up to a central annex, which connected to various different parts of the facility - including a hangar - but it also appeared to be on lockdown at the moment. The two areas located to the rear were residential sections, as well as a medical bay.

.͢͠.̴̀͞.Ć̀o̵̡͠l̨̨d̨.͜͠..͞

There was a soft plip as something dripped down into the coffee mug next to Anthony. A silvery substance sent a shiny ripple across the surface of the drink... like a drop of mercury. Were he to crane his gaze up... He would have seen the outline of an air vent, a silvery substance glistening about its grates. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, but... there appeared to be almost a faint glow to its innards, though it was impossible to tell from this distance.

͜͠͡.̀.͏͝.̡It͡'҉s ͟s͢o͞͞ ͝ço̧̧͞l̡d͢.̨̧͡.̧͟.
 

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Even with the lack of response Anthony continued his work, and just as he was about to announce his findings there was a drip to his right. Expecting a leak the former prisoner looked up to behold the silvery substance. Visually it seemed like mercury, with the information he wanted obtained he stepped back, his eyes scanning the roof for any other such leaks.

"Hangar is in lock down, there's also some sort of leak. Seemingly mercury, I recommend we get out of here as fast as we can." Anthony said, pointing out the air vent.

Roman crossed his arms and looked to the vent, with a slightly disgusted look he turned back to Anthony.
"Well they've got stuff in the air vents, that explains the quarantine but why does it warrant special forces? Well, I suppose I can leave my curiosity be for now. We better get out of here. So what path do you recommend?"

"I recommend the cargo elevator down the slope to the left. Its used for experimental PTs so it might have something to make our exit easier while also bringing us closer to it. That said it also brings us by the research lab which is the likely origin for the quarantine and as such may be on lock, an administrator key card should fix that. Stairs just lead up to the central annex which connects to most of the facility and the back of this floor had residential and medical facilities. Which seems like the most likely place to come across the special forces." he elaborated, both were viable options with their merits and demerits but it was the possibility of making their escape easier that pushed Anthony to the research center.

Roman nodded along and looked to Einar after his companion concluded his assessment.
"Any objections from you? Because unless you can put up a good case I think we should head down to the elevator and try and get us another one of those key cards or well, brute force our way in otherwise."
 
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As Einar approached the doors at the end of the room he froze, an alien and yet familiar voice calling to him. His name was said first, and he looked around to see if his two companions had been at its origin. When both persons seemed to be continuing at what they were doing, he heard the voice once more echo through his mind. Did he forget? What was it that he had supposedly forgotten? He popped open the doors at the back of the room and cleared them both, noting that they may be a possible hiding spot if needed. He turned back to the other two to see what Anthony may have discovered via the digital terminal.

‘Cold…’ The voice echoed through him once more, the hair on the back of his neck raising on goosebumps and standing on end. He stayed silent about the voices, not wanting to draw attention to himself and not entirely sure that he trusted either of his companions as of yet. The two were speaking to one another, with Anthony announcing a leak in reference to a silvery and glowing substance. The man appeared to believe that the substance was mercury, but Einar didn’t recall hearing that mercury having an unnatural glow from any of his school studies. Roman asked what path they should take and Anthony mentioned a loaded pathway to a cargo elevator used for personal troopers.

He considered the idea of an elevator used for Personal Troopers, figuring that a hangar or other similar facility may be near if such an elevator was needed. Had Terra Sentinel set all of this up for Einar? Had they made it so simple of an escape that he had a clear shot to a Mobile Trooper? His eyes flashed back to the glowing substance and the pit in his stomach grew colder. Something else was here, and while Anthony seemed to believe that the primary threat would be located in the building’s research facility, Einar could not help but believe that if such a threat did exist, it was likely already loose. A pain in his head ached, and Einar thought momentarily back to the voice he had heard before. Was he going mad?

“The elevator seems fine. Lets get going.”
 

GEAR

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Having reached a consensus, Einar, Roman, and Anthony all made their way towards the elevator. The whispering voices receded... and Einar was left alone once more, to ponder their meaning in the curious silence. The men departed, leaving the empty lobby behind them...

Another drop of silver plopped onto the desk... as the glow reflected in its surface from the vent above faded, receding back into the dark.




The security scanners for the doors ahead had been completely destroyed, the thick sliding metal doors that made up the hangar's entryway now jammed open. The walls were peppered with bulletholes, and long, deep gashes that almost resembled claw marks - albeit, from something too large. Still, however - there were no bodies, nor any blood - as if it had all been meticulously cleaned, sterilized ahead of time.

As the three wormed their way through the heavy double doors, and into the light, their senses would have been immediately assaulted by an acrid, almost metallic scent filling the air. The three entered a narrow, yet deep room - four tiers, one above, and three below, with three doors on each level, yet the center was vacant - small, gated areas on each level indicated that an elevator could be called from the lower levels to the upper ones, presumably so supplies could be brought to each laboratory.

Nestled at the very bottom, a large, indistinct figure rested, crouched in repose covered in a yellow and black tarp. Some lettering was barely visible on its surface - but from this distance, too far to make out.

Here, however... the source of the curious scent was immediately apparent. From the walls, blades of the same silvery, mercurial substance had emerged, lacing itself into the metal of the building - as if it were twisting it, melding with it, as if it were in the midst of busily transforming it into...

...Something else.
 

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Roman could bear the smell, it wasn't pleasant to the nose while Anthony seemed unphased by it, the former's jaw however would go wide as he saw the source. After taking a second to recover Roman looked to his companion.
"Well I doubt that is mercury, and if it is I don't want to find out what's making it do that."

The Russian looked downwards to the... thing? Below them. His voice became serious directly after.
"Too much signs of a struggle, too little corpses or remains of any kind and then there's that thing. Anthony see if that elevator can go where we need it to or if we need to find an alternative. Force the door if you have to."

Anthony looked down at what Roman had in his sight, having no clue what it was he set to work.
"Understood, I don't believe I need to point it out but avoiding the mercury like substance would be in everyone's best interest."

With Anthony working on their way out Roman set out with trying to find anything related to what happened here. He guessed the special forces had already come and gone by all the bullet marks in the walls but he doubted their success. The cameras were ruined but that didn't mean the footage had to be too and he knew for sure that Anthony could handle that door himself, while he was no tech wizard he still had his training.