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Cael gave the weedy fellow an annoyed look. "I'm not stooping down to pick those up. Anyway I have a pack in my pocket that I just remembered." At that he pulled out a Dunhill and lit it, "Well, who's a coming?"

"I don't know, they didn't say," said the weedy fellow. "Its an intercom, you heard pretty much what I heard."

Cael leaned against the wall and waited for the guests to arrive. He held his weapon ready but pointed at the ground... for now.

Sergeant Morrison came into view, flanked by several soldiers who did have their guns raised. "Cael, good to see you again."

"Howdy guys." Cael beams as he raises his rifle as well. "We want to lower those? No need for further blood shed."

"Might be an idea," said a female voice from behind him. Five soldiers, including the sergeant, have snuck up on him from behind. "You're flanked."

"Groovey, doesn't mean I won't take someone out with me. So where's this heading? If you intend on shooting me you'd have done so already. You can't shake a man that goes into combat believing he's already dead, just a bit of brainwashing we get during training." Cael casually stated.

"True, but Miss Carpenter is in our hands, not yours, and she isn't dead, though she will be without medical care." The Sergeant says this all coolly, without a hint of malice or pride. Out of everyone here, she seems the most powerful, and the most intimidating.

"Like I said, where's this heading? Unless I open fire you have me, what next? I assume we're not just going to stand here in the hallway forever." Cael stated, growing annoyed.

"Put down the weapons and slide them over to me," she said softly, yet loud enough to hear. "That way the veangeful bugger who's been stationed with Sarah Carpenter will still have my orders to answer to. If I am killed then, well, no promises..."

"Negative, I will keep my weapon but will allow an armed escort to wherever we're heading... which is where again?" Cael asked, his tone sounding more like a command.

"Sergeant Morrison over there is the closest thing to a medic we have and he'll be involved in any armed escort because he's also one of our best men ... unfortunately, if he's busy escorting you and your rifle, he can't be busy patching up the nurse. Your choice."

"Ah fuck it." Cael states as he opens fire on Morrison.

The lights go out at the same moment as blood pours from Morrison's ruined torso. For a moment, he feels something snap, a sound that wasn't a sound, a scent that wasn't a scent. Something that was there and is now gone.

Cael immediately hits the deck and starts to crawl away quickly to behind the female sergeant.

The female sergeant stood with a row of soldiers behind him. He had been flanked. There is nowhere to crawl in the corridor unless he wants to prise between their legs. There was a door beside him, though.

He hears a series of shots ring out - a submachinegun by the sound of it - and the sounds of screaming coming from Morrison's side. The screams don't end. At least a few people were lying, injured, judging by the different tenors of the voices.

"For fuck's sake, hold your fire!" screams Sergeant Blaise, her voice enraged.

Cael slips in the door staying in a low crawl.

Flashlights flick on in the darkness.

Cael glimpses for a moment, in the dim ambient glow loosed from the torches that filters into this medical bay, a woman's reflection in the smooth steel of the counter on the other side. A brunette woman, no, more a youth, blood bubbling at her ruined throat and at her lips, a puckered hole of a bullet in her forehead. Above him, by the door, is a window in the wall, each can see through it. He has about a four foot gap of wall between the floor and the long, wide window.

The speakers overhead crackle to life:
"Cael..." says Sarah's voice. "Please, protect me! You must stop them, or I'll die! There's no other way - you have to shoot them!"

"Bullshit." Cael states, he knew Sarah well enough to know she would never request such a thing, plus he knew she could operate the loud speaker.