SCP Containment Breach Wiki:Role Playing/The Riot/Part 2

Fuck my life.

When the elevator doors opened, Lander had expected there to be a barrage of MTFs and guards aiming their guns directly at the door, maybe some even shooting at the group before they realized what they were shooting at. Lander would have preferred being hit with a barrage of bullets then being hit with the realization that the entire site was potentially in jeopardy. Before it was just a bunch of Ds killing people, now their at sector D, a research sector, with SCP holding cells. Sure none of the SCPs on this level would be threatening the world any time soon, but they could still fuck up the entire site and maybe even escape into the outside world.

Out of all the things that would cause the Foundation to spill the beans about their existence, it would be the equivalent to what is a prison riot. Not a very climactic way to go out but that’s probably for the best.

Lander should have probably expected this. These people were smart enough to know how elevators work, and they had several hours to find this elevator too. The only thing they could hope for now is that they don’t reach sector C, which is the low-class containment zone. At that point the site is definitely fucked for the long run.

“Everybody out of the elevator.” Lander said as he peeled off his gas mask, one of his rare occurrences to be seen without some form of head gear.

“Why?” Nicole asked.

“Now.”

“Why-” Wilson then pushed Nicole out of elevator.

“But why does h-“

“Because he looks pissed as hell that’s why.” Wilson responded. Nicole was about to open her mouth again but Wilson covered it.

Once the group departed the elevator Lander pulled out a small C4 charge from his satchel, placing it on the group in the center of the elevator's floor. He repeated this process with about 4 separate charges before pressing the floor button to sector E and leaving the elevator himself. As the doors closed and the elevator departed the floor, Lander pulled out a detonator, flipping the trigger, causing a series of beeps to come out of the device. Lander let the bees go for about 16 seconds before flipping the switch, causing the group to shake slightly around. The explosion also banged the door on their floor, slightly startling Lander.

“I don’t think you needed to use 5 C4 charges, one would’ve done the trick.” Nicole stated.

--

The group decided to rest in the first opened office they found. Running around frantically in Chlorine had left them worn out. That, and almost everyone in the group had a really bad wound that couldn't be solved with a first aid kit.

Lander hadn’t bothered to put his helmet back on, so he was probably setting a world record for how long people were getting to see him without his helmet.

“So…anyone know what we’re gonna do now?” Lander asked to no one in particular.

Wilson took this opportunity to break the silence and spoke up. "Well....the elite MTFs should be arriving here, eventually. Never been in a riot this bad, but they'd probably send some help. I guess we should get Nicole and Amanda to the safety shelters. They're technically civilians, afterall."

Amanda abruptly got up from her seat and walked over to Wilson. She tried reaching into her pocket for her notepad, but it wasn’t there. It must’ve fallen out while they were heading to the elevator. Amanda stood there hesitantly for a second, trying to think of another way to get her point across, as everyone in the room glared at her. She went with doing a soldier’s salute, deciding that was the best compromise.

Lander badly held back his laughter, making Amanda stiffen her body to try and emphasize that she was being serious.

“ Hehe… I think she’s trying to say she wants to help us…uh..do whatever it is we’re going to be doing.” Lander turned back to Wilson. “Speaking of which, if we’re going to be leaving this office at some point we better have an idea as to where exactly we’re going.”

"We're heading to the nearest safety shelter regardless, I guess." Wilson said, trying not to laugh at Amanda being a jackass in the corner of his eye. "Try to link up with any soldiers there and see if we can get a mission statement from someone. We may need to make a few stops on the way there, but that's our overall goal.”

Lander nodded and turned towards Amanda. "Guess you're with us for the long run then." Amanda smiled.

--

With that the room fell back into silence for the next few minutes. The ice was broken when Amanda started violently coughing.

"Amanda you okay?" Lander asked. The coughing kept going.

Lander got up and walked over to the sink, pulling out a styrofoam cup to get her some water, before heading back and handing it to her. As she took the cup Lander noticed a third degree burn on Amanda's forearm.

“Whoa, where’d you get that burn?” Lander asked whilst Amanda kept her coughing fit going.

“It’s a burn from the Chlorine gas. She was trying to hold it off from a vent while I retrieved the gas masks.” Nicole stated.

“Wait what?” Lander look over to Nicole for a second then over to the gas masks. There were only three in the room. “Nicole…where’s your gas mask?”

“I don’t need one, my…lungs....can filter out the Chlorine gas.”

“Then why didn’t you hold the vent off since the gas doesn’t affect you while Amanda took the gas masks off?”

“Becau………….” Nicole froze. The realization suddenly hit her, as it did everyone else in the room.

Nicole seemed to be in deep thought as her irises occasionally twitched around the center of her eyeballs. She sat in her seat, unmoving, with the occasional breath escaping her mouth.

“Uh, Nicole?” No response. “Look Nicole I didn’t mean to mak-“

"Whatever, that conflict is in the past. Nicole made a mistake, and we'll probably never see the gas again, so let's not dwell on it.” Wilson stated. Lander turned to nod towards Wilson, but Nicole still seemed to be deep in thought.

“Um, Nicole?” Lander asked. At this point Amanda’s coughing fit ceased and she went up to one of the desks in the room to find a pen and paper. Upon doing so she began jotting a note down onto the paper then shoved it in Lander’s face.

“ ”

“Alright alright…” As Amanda held the note Lander looked back towards her wound. “So, that doesn’t hurt at all?”

Amanda look towards the wound and began writing again, not before another coughing fit happened. Lander held the cup of water in front of her again, she took and drank the entire drink down before continuing her note.

" ” Amanda took the note back before Lander could finish reading it, then held it back up. " ”

“Well, we should probably try to get into one of those shelters then, they probably have better medical knowledge then any of us on treating that, and we all have really bad wounds as is.” With that Lander returned to his seat. "Let's rest here for awhile though."

As Amanda was staring at her wound she began to look over at everyone else. She then walked up to Wilson and started prodding at his head.

"Uh, what are you doin-" Amanda began turning and twisting Wilson's head around, trying to find the wound on his head. When Lander and Wilson first arrived at her and Nicole's location back in Sector E, Wilson was suffering from a huge gash on his head, and she was trying to find it. Unfortunately her notepad ran out of paper, so she couldn't really communicate what she was looking for.

Amanda kept searching but she wasn't able to find the wound. Confused, she went up to Lander and tapped him on the soldier. He look over to her as she point towards Wilson's head.

"Huh? Oh, when we took him in to the medical bay we found fou...." As Lander was explaining the events to Amanda she noticed a weird looking scab on his arm.

"Man that's a nasty looking scab he's got." Amanda thought as she reached over to poke it.

"Wait, wha-" As soon as Amanda poked the scab, it suddenly collapsed into the wound, causing blood to spill out and her finger to jab deeper into the wound.

"AH FUCK~!" Lander suddenly wheeled back and held his arm in pain. Amanda instantly regretted her decision as she realized it wasn't a scab, but a bullet wound.

"Jesus Lander what the fuck?!" Wilson exclaimed, confused by Lander's sudden outburst.

As Lander held his arm Amanda was freaking out... well, silently freaking out. She quickly walked up to Lander and was mouthing the word "sorry" over and over again.

"Ah! It's alright Wilson, she just jabbed my wound by accident." Lander stated while gritting his teeth. "Arg, can someone get me a bandage?"

-- CommanderMark (Talk) 03:53, 21 July 2015 (UTC)

Nicole's head was spinning.

''Why was I the one who collected the gas masks? Why did Amanda cover the vent? Is it my fault that Amanda got hurt? Would I have been hurt if I had done it instead? How were we supposed to know when the chlorine was going to be released? Was I supposed to know? If I had known would I have still let Amanda get hurt?''

She couldn't think straight. Her mind was reeling, and suddenly nothing made sense - nothing seemed logical. What happened to her?

Nicole felt her right eye twitch as she continued on endless tangents of thought.

''If Amanda didn't get hurt would we have a better chance of making it out alive? Are we still going to be able make it out alive? What will happen if we do? What will happen if we just stay here? Will rescue teams find us, or will they forget about us? Would the Foundation just leave us here? Why would they release the gas when they knew researchers could still be here? Why weren't there more gas masks?''

Why was I the one who collected the gas masks?

She heard voices somewhere close-by, but she couldn't respond. She couldn't speak - she couldn't think. She stayed that way for what seemed like forever, which was really something of a minute. Eventually she felt a rather disconcerting heat building up around her forehead. She couldn't bring her mind together and she was...scared.

Eventually she just got up and curled up into a ball in the corner of the room. --107.201.224.138 10:29, 23 July 2015 (UTC)

Wilson looked in sorrow as Nicole curled up in the corner, viciously sinking into a tub of sporadic emotions, tainted with an ever-growing mixture of insanity.

"Look at her," Wilson gestured to the overwhelmed scientist as she huddled in an envelope of fear. "The situation's got her so scared she can't even speak. Lander, I know Amanda wants to stick with us the entire trip but we can't let a pair of untrained and injured civilians roam around the biggest prison riot in history. The first safety shelter we find, we're leaving them there."

""Wasn't said untrained civilian able to take out three Ds by herself when we almost got our asses kicked by four? Look, I know it's against protocol to intentionally take civillians into a combat zone, but at this point they'd be assisting the situation more with us then without. I mean what even is our plan, just run around lolly gagging until we get our asses kicked by Ds?""

"Did you really forget 10 minutes ago where we single-handedly took down, what, 20 D's in under five minutes? We don't need a camera-watcher who just breathed in a cloud of deadly gas and a physically and mentally crippled scientist to survive, Lander. Sure, maybe, just maybe, they could help a bit. But I can promise they'll be dead weight that could get us all killed, or even more injured."

Wilson could see Amanda batting an angry stare at him, and he immediately regretted his poor wording, particularly the "dead weight" part. The angered mute then approached Wilson and gave him a harmlessly light shove to express her opposal to the plan.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to word it like that. I know you want to help, I completely understand. But this isn't about what you want. It's what you need. You need to be stationed in a shelter. For your own safety. That's the priority. After you two are safe, Lander and I will join the security force to regain control of the facility. This isn't a democracy."

Amanda crossed her arms, obviously displeased with Wilson's decision but fully aware not a thing in the world would change his mind. Her eyes darted about the room as she recollected her conflicting thoughts, hand on mouth, but eventually gave up. Wilson felt like the antagonist here. Amanda obviously doesn't like what he's forcing upon the group, same goes for Lander, and if Nicole was lucid, she probably wouldn't either. But sometimes you have to be the bad guy, Wilson rationalized.

"Okay. Now that that's settled, let's find the nearest shelter. It'll at least have some medical care." --Fireworks888 (talk) 08:48, 24 July 2015 (UTC)

Amanda was overwhelmed, she was staring right at Wilson gesture with his hands and express something that, while true, made her incredibly uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to word it like that. I know you want to help, I completely understand. But this isn't about what you want. It's what you need. You need to be stationed in a shelter. For your own safety. That's the priority. After you two are safe, Lander and I will join the security force to regain control of the facility. This isn't a democracy."

She crossed her arms. Hearing the words "Isn't a democracy" made her feel tense and her eyes water lightly. Before hearing anything else she preferred to turn around and go for the nearest wall. Not because of not wanting to hear but, but she didn't want to look weak in the eyes of the others. She probably already did, what the fuck was the point. If she wanted to do anything right now was be able to speak out agaisn't Wilson, she limited herself to leaning agaisn't the wall, looking severely distressed with frustration.

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Fuck. She had literally almost died today. Why was she caring so much in helping the facility get back to order? She had promised doing a good job, but now her life was on the edge and she knew that the very next hour or so she could be dead! But there was this feeling in her chest, a really uncomfortable feeling. She didn't like being dead weight, as Wilson had put it. She wanted to prove herself. But this situation was stupid to prove herself on. All sorts of conflicting emotions reached her at once as another coughing fit attacked her. The fact it was hard to breathe only made the situation seem even more grim. She eyed Nicole in the nearest corner, which only served to anger her more.

Then after a few seconds a realization hit her. She was most likely not going to make it out. No matter what she did. They all were going to die in painful ways at any time.

In a surge of anger she hit the wall she was leaning on with the bottom of her fist, she stood there for a while trying to get get everything in place and kill the unecessary emotions she didn't need to feel in this situation. That was only going to be additional dead weight. She needed to keep a clear head.

She reached for her notebook, and on the back of the cover she scribbled a fast message, then threw the notebook at Wilson gently.

"I think we should rest some more. No one's ready."

When Wilson looked up again Amanda was walking up to Lander with a white rag in her right hand.

--Irontaco (talk) 10:31, 25 July 2015 (UTC)

Wilson lightly sighed as he read Amanda's message. She was right. She herself adorned a nasty burn, and couldn't go a minute without a brutal coughing fit. Lander was wearing a bullet whilst bleeding profusely, and Nicole...it'd take a novel to explain how many things were wrong with her. As Wilson's thoughts lingered on Nicole, he remembered something. He had no idea where the closest shelter was, and unless he did, they'd just wander around until one of them collapsed and died, or got jumped. But Nicole did. At least, the remnants of her shattered cyborg mind did. While he'd never admit it, Wilson preferred an emotional Nicole, and didn't like the idea of having to dig up any bits of her emotionless personality. But he had to. For the group.

Wilson approached Nicole before crouching down and speaking in a soft voice. "Nicole. How are you feeling?"

She didn't respond.

"Nicole. I can't even fathom what kind of trauma you're going through. But please. You need to focus. I know your...other personality has a map of the site stored inside its head. Do you think you're capable of digging that map up and locating a shelter?"

She didn't respond. Wilson sighed and walked away, and didn't know what to do, so to give him something to focus on, barricaded the door with a nearby filing cabinet and sat in an office chair, playing with his lighter as they waited. He'll do something once Amanda is done treating Lander. Something... --Fireworks888 (talk) 19:25, 25 July 2015 (UTC)

Amanda walked up to Lander without giving him any indication of what she was about to do, and he didn't need one; seeing the white rag on her hand already indicated the terrible fact Amanda was going to attempt to screw around with his arm.

Amanda sat next to Lander, and if she had been capable of telling him "Hold still, it'll hurt but i'll be careful." she would have done so; instead she put a hand on his shoulder, gave it a light firm shake and then gave him a warm smile as she nodded her head to one side, so that he looked away.

Lander got the message, and he followed Amanda's order. "Just please don't kill me." he said jokingly, there was no response.

Amanda pulled off the armor covering Lander's arm, and looked closely at the wound. The bullet seemed to have not dug into the flesh, but instead ripped away a chunk as it passed sideways through Lander's arm, creating a small depression on the outer side of his bicep, with small pieces of the plastic armor bits burrowed into a few spots. The bleeding had subsided and now had turned into blood transpiring through the wound lightly.

Lander gritted his teeth togheter and clenched the affected arm as Amanda attempted to get as many plastic pieces off the wound, effectively removing all of the visible ones, then cleaning the wound only with water and covering it with a large piece of the rag, working as a makeshift bandage. Lander's arm was trembling.

"...H-how did the wound look? Is it okay?" Lander spoke out as he peeked at his arm, which was without armor. Amanda responded with a thumbs up, then grabbed the armor piece and pointed at it as she nodded her head, he probably shouldn't wear the armor on his arm until it can be cleaned and bandaged better. She walked off to go wash her hands without communicating much else.

The room spent quiet for a while, most of the group attempted to rest for a few minutes to get ready for the road ahead, but there was occassional chatter exchanging between Wilson and Lander. Amanda in this time scavenged a new notepad.

All this strangely comfortable calmness was interrupted by a sudden vent grate falling to the ground, followed by a man falling 3 meters onto a desk luckily devoid of objects.

"FUUUUUUCK~! MY FUCKING SPINE" The man shouted out in pain as he rolled around the desk, falling off it and attempting to stand up slowly, legs shaking.

"B-before any of you ask, name's Steven. Sorry for the unappropiate entrance."

All of the group except Nicole stared in confusion, Amanda waved her hand slowly.

"Oh, hi Amanda. Sorry for telling you to go fuck yourself earlier. Heh." Steven responded as he stretched out his back. --Irontaco (talk) 7:42, 29 July 2015 (UTC)

Wilson nearly shit his pants when the man fell from the ceiling, out of a suspended air-vent. With lightning fast reflexes, Wilson drew his gun and had it dead-aimed right at the man as he writhed in pain, but upon viewing his dress-shirt, calmed down. Thank god, a survivor. He got a good look at the man and recognized him to be...Beckett? Steven Beckett. The site's resident jackass. Wilson barely got glimpses of this office-worker when they worked together, but disliked him. He was like that socially awkward kid in class who only got attention when he fucked up, and you couldn't help but think he was doing it on purpose.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Beckett?!" Wilson exclaimed, recovering from his, what, forth heart attack of the day? "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Steven said, looking up into the vent he had just fell off while rapidly shaking off humid dust off his clothes. "I just crawled through a vent like an idiot thinking it'd lead me somewhere important. I almost got stuck back there. Nice to see you guys though, it's a sad mess out there." He said in a low voice. Amanda briefly made hand motions around her head, asking where the helmet was left.

Wilson unintentionally distracted Steven from Amanda by speaking yet again. "Yeah, I was planning on containing the situation best I could with Lander after getting these two civilians to the closest safety shelter. I'd prefer it if you stayed there too, but you'd probably insist on something else, right?" Wilson asked. He didn't know Steven that well but knew the man was as stubborn and rebellious as an ox.

Amanda utilized the small window of time where Steven looked around him to make the hand motions again, although this went unnoticed. "Yeah, actually, I do, and I think I'd need your help."

"Shoot."

"I was planning to skip shelters entirely and instead go 'contain' the situation. We can go straight to Sector B and uhh..." Steven hesitated a bit, this idea was insane no matter how he put it. Amanda kept doing hand motions in the background.

"Let certain SCPs free, those fuckers don't know about them, well, nearly all of them don't. We can set free the right ones and it'll help a lot. Most of the staff knows how to deal with these SCPs. Hundreds of Ds will die before they know what even happened." Steven said, saying the thing about the Ds dying made him quite uncomfortable, looking away before saying it.

Steven looked at bit saddened as he talked: "You know, I've been through plenty of situations like this. Fuck, I could count the staff casualties in the hundreds already...And they're going to be much more if they happen to reach the armories. I don't think it'd hurt much more. Think it through."

"God..." Wilson sneered. Steven was right. No matter what he did, hundreds will die. Really made a perspective on how fucked everyone was. "Look. Maybe you are right. Maybe releasing an SCP is the best course of action. But my priority is getting these two women to a shelter. I'm not handling the riot until all civilians I see are out of harms' way. That's what I'm taught, what us guards are taught, and that's what I'll do." "All I see is that one of the 'civilians' is made out of solid steel and the other one is a security guard, we might as well use their help to save a few hundred. You guys are still alive and that's all we got. Even then were safer standing here than making it to the shelters anyway! You want to handle the riot and save civilians? Then follow what i'm saying, my plans never failed. You don't have any of a higher say than me just because you put on a fucking armor after getting out of your pajamas." "The solid steel civilian is basically in a coma and the security guard has no physical training whatsoever, and is wounded. What makes you think you can just crash in through the ceiling and take control of our group without knowing a damn thing about it? I don't care how 'your plans never failed'. Either follow my orders, or leave. Find another group of survivors to insult." "You just fucking insulted both! What are you talking about? I'm trying to help here. Fuck, Nicole could kill us all if she wanted, with the reflexes she's got. I tell you, we could all fucking die, just consider." "I didn't insult them, I just stated the facts. They're in no condition to survive one of the biggest riots in history. At least let me get the medical attention before we put their lives in danger." Steven took two steps forward, unconciously making himself look bigger, ancient reflexes kicking in as he realized the argument wasn't gonna end. His voice became rougher "If we rush for what I fucking said, were not going to have to deal with any D classes. These horrible fuckers are angry because they know they'll be fucking dead by the month. They have nothing to lose. They'll kill whatever they can beforehand because the only image they have of the Foundation is a fucking soldier like you waving an assault rifle at them. They know what we hide, and what were capable of. And now they're capable of worse. And you're going to be fucking crying at all the reality twisting events if they happen to unlock shit they don't know about before we defend it! " Steven took another step forward. http://i.imgur.com/2DnoRHz.png

"Do you honestly believe a lanky office worker trying to shove a pair of injured women into a horde of violent psychopaths will convince me? Do you really think trying to make yourself look bigger, one of the oldest tricks in the book, will persuade me? Make me submissive? Funny. No matter what you do or say, I'm getting these women to the shelter. Then maybe, JUST maybe, I'll consider your plan," Wilson sternly said with a condescending tone as he coldly stared into Steven's eyes. "But until then....get the fuck out of my face." "What fucking tricks?" Steven tensed up his body and returned the stare as he took one step back, his blood boiling. "Fuck! Cant you fucking see I'm trying to help you? Or all the fucking corpses of innocent staff all over the place? I've fucking seen so many assholes like you crying their eyes out after their little guns ran out of ammunition, not even fucking flinching after seeing lower researchers dying all around them. All this shit could have been prevented. And you were all warned. There were issues down the E sector the night before. And what was the little soldier doing? Drinking. I saw you last night. And now this equipment over here?" Steven grabbed Wilson's Glock by the barrel with his index and thumb, then dropped it on the table. Wilson didn't disconnect his stare from Steven's. "This wont help you. You're dealing with something completely different here and were all losing time. I'm okay with going to get something for all our wounds. But we need to reach a fucking deal." "Alright. We have a deal. Lander and I will help you. Only Lander and I. Understand?" Steven exhaled and stepped back. "Where are the women going? Were going to need them." "To a shelter ward. What exactly would we need them for?" "Well, it'll be a surprise to you but the shelters wont be of any use once the Ds get to the SCPs. There wont be anybody to protect them. Nicole has knowledge about how the doors work and how to fuck up the control panels. Amanda probably still has her keycard with her, since shes a patrolling guard these have access to other personnel offices, we'll need to access my office to grab my keycard or we wont be able to get to the SCPs without finding some alternate way" Steven hesitated, he cooled off a bit and paced around the room, scratching his head. "Do you get what I'm implying?" "Yeah, I see what you mean. Doesn't mean we have to force them along with us, though. We can just get Amanda's card and leave her at the shelter, and if you haven't noticed Nicole is basically in a trance. Even if she snaps out of it, all she'd need to do is tell us that door information you were talking about." "I teeeell you, the shelter wont exist for long. What we need to do is disable certain doors and open up others. And they all work differently. I got some knowledge of working with these panels years ago, but I don't remember them all." Steven paced around the room reordering his plan. Wilson was right about Nicole, she wasn't in the state to talk. "Hmmm...Got any ideas?" "Block C, next to the recreation room," a voice spoke. Both Wilson and Steven titled their heads to the origin, and to their utter surprise, saw Nicole. "The closest safety shelter is by Block C's recreation room." Amanda used the small window of time where her line of sight was connecting with Steven to once again do hand motions to ask where the helmet was.--Fireworks888 (talk) 02:57, 30 July 2015 (UTC)

The group remained silent for a few moments while they glared at Nicole.

"Uh Nicole, are you alright?" Wilson questioned.

"Yes, I am perfectly fine." Nicole stated while she slowly rose to her feet.

"You sure? Weren't you like just curled up in the corner before like a scared child?" Steven asked, to which Wilson responded with a shove at his harshness.

"I'm.....I am. I just needed some time to think over what Lander had made me realize, and he was indeed right. I made a mistake that could'v-uh..could have ended up killing Amanda, there's- there is no denying that, but I need to face my mistakes and understand that I can't always be perfect."

Wilson quickly noted another change in Nicole's tone of voice. Back before the riot she always sounded cold and calculating, refusing to give any emotion a chance to shine. When she received her head injury, she began sounding more like a frightened child, but even then her words still had no emotion attached to them. Now she sounded more...realistic in a sense.

Her voice was still clear-cut but it didn't have that monotone edge to it from her previous iterations, and her tone contained a pinch of uncertainty to it, like she herself felt uneasy at her own change in personality.

"Look Nicole, I'm glad to see you're up and about, but-" Nicole appeared to be ignoring Wilson as she briskly walked over to Amanda and put both her arms on the women's shoulders, startling her for a brief second.

"I....apologize for putting you in harm's way Mrs. Amanda. I never meant to hurt you. I am....I'm sorry." She finally stated.

The apology was sudden, but Amanda accepted it regardless. She grabbed a hold of one of Nicole's hands softly and smiled, indicating that she accepted the cyborg-hybrid's acknowledgement.

"Thank you." And with that, Nicole smiled for once in a long while.

Steven took this moment to whisper something to Wilson.

"Uh, did I miss something? I remember Nicole being this emotionless super computer, now she's apologizing for a mistake, that she made no less. What happened?"

"Got an injury on her head, think it may be causing her old self to come back."

"Oh, guess that should get repaired as soon as possible no?"

Wilson turned towards Steven. "What, why?"

"Well, if her old self is coming back, then that means she's losing the super smart cyborg part of her. She would probably be of more use to the Foundation with the cyborg side right?"

Wilson opened his mouth to respond, but closed it as his mind became conflicted. Steven was correct in that Nicole would be more useful as a emotionless cyborg with limitless knowledge and high reflexes, but someone down the line Wilson wanted Nicole to stay in her current position of having emotions.

Wilson wasn't dumb, he knew exactly why he felt like this. It would mean him finally having some sort of shot with Nicole. However on the flip side he wasn't about to take advantage of the situation and purposefully leave Nicole in a state of disrepair just to further his own dreams.

Wilson's deep inner monologue was cut short by Nicole's voice. He looked up to see she was now beside Lander.

"I want to thank you also, for bringing up my mistake, because if I ha....uh..." Nicole stopped talking and bent her knees slightly.

"Um, something wrong Nicole?" Wilson asked.

"I think Lander is sleeping."

"....what?" Wilson walked over the opposite side of the office. He quickly noted that the MTF's eyes were shut and his head was tilted. "Oh don't tell me he slept throughout..."

Wilson punched Lander's good arm, making him perk up abruptly.

"Whuh wha???"

"Lander what the fuck?! How long were you asleep for?"

"Um, what did I-" Lander glanced around the room. "Hey, is that...Steve? When'd he arrive? Also, when did Nicole get up?"

Wilson glared at Lander with dead eyes.

"You were fucking asleep the entire time?"

"Looks like it...?"

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ."

--

The next 5 minutes were spent bringing Lander up to speed regarding Nicole's condition, Steven's arrival and their plan to reach Block C's shelter.

"Sounds like a plan, but first." Lander turned towards Nicole. "Look I'm sorry about mentioning that thing to you before, okay?"

Nicole smiled, confusing Lander. "Don't be. If you hadn't had told me I wouldn't have been able to learn from the mistake to avoid such an incident later on." She said in an oddly cheerful tone,

"Uh...." Lander turned towards Wilson, who gave him a "I don't get her either" look. "Alright then."

Lander got up off the chair. "Well we got a plan now. Steven, you work on this sector right?"

"Yeah?" Steven responded.

"Do you know where the nearest armory is?"

"Yeah sure, it's several hallways down from here."

"Good, we'll have to make a detour there first then. I need to get another P90 and we should all probably stock up on ammo. That includes you three."

"What?" Nicole and Steven said in unison, with Amanda just raising an eyebrow.

"Lander I already tol-"

"Wilson it's just until we get to the shelter, there's no reason they shouldn't be able to defend themselves until then." The guard pondered for a second before nodding in agreement.

"Then let's hurry up before we get screwed by the inmates." Steven said. "They probably already made it to the armory by now."

With that the gang departed the office and headed to the armory.

--

The walk through the hallways was filled with tension and suspense. Dead guards, Ds, and scientists covered the corridors as they passed through them. Screaming and gunfire echoed throughout the sector, but surprisingly they didn't encounter any incidents along the way.

By the time they made it to the armory, it was clear that they weren't the first people to reach it. It had been almost completely ransacked. Weapons and ammo clips were strewn across the area both inside and outside. Some of the weapon holders also looked to be banged, most likely in a struggle.

One corpse laid across the floor in the room, and it was an MTF. His visor had been ripped off, and his jaw was badly fractured.

"Damn, and these guys are hard as hell to take down..." Wilson commented as they moved along.

"How many Ds would this have taken?" Lander questioned.

Wilson shrugged. "Dunno, but makes you wonder how many made it up here before Sector E was gassed."

Staring at the corpse more, Lander's thoughts turned elsewhere.

"Hey Wilson, did you hear anything from Gale?"

Wilson shook his head. "Not a clue, knowing him he probably bolted back to link up with the rest of his squadron, they're stationed on this sector so he definitely wasn't gassed."

"True, either that or he went back to his dorm to fetch his pet wolf." Lander said jokingly.

"Pet..." Nicole blurted out. "Pet...pet!...PET!"

Nicole started lazily walking around the room in a haze.

"Whoa Nicole what's wrong!" Wilson said.

"The cat! Oh god I forgot my cat!"

"Your what?"

"My pet cat! It's somewhere on this sector, I need to find it."

Steven stared at Nicole dumbfounded "Are you kidding me? Your cat's the least of our worries at the moment, if anything it's probably dead by now."

Nicole's eyes narrowed at the thought. "No no no I can't let that happen! We need to find it now!"

"Where'd you even get a cat from?" Lander asked.

"It's SCP-1619-2-C, it's a cat that looks like a lamp!"

"Ok...and why is this cat important!"

"B-because..I don't know what I'd do if I lost it." Nicole ran up to Wilson. "Please, we have to go get it!"

Wilson ran his hand through his hair as he pondered. "Alright, guess we're making a detour, which block is it on?"

Nicole quickly skimmed her database. "Uh-uh, block B! My office!"

"Woah woah woah!" Steven butted in. "Wilson you were the one bitching about getting them to the safety shelters!"

"You don't have to come with me, the blocks are right beside each other. I'll just go with Nicole to get the cat then head straight to the shelter." He pointed towards the shelves that lined the armory. "Let's stock up first."

As Wilson was about to head to one of the shelves Lander stopped him.

"Uh, Wilson are you doing this because you..?" Lander whispered.

Wilson turned towards Nicole, who was frantically scanning the shelves for a firearm to take.

"I....yeah."

Lander nodded. "Alright then." He turned towards the rest of the group. "Grab whatever you can and we'll head off. We'll head straight to the shelter, while Wilson and Nicole go get the lamp cat."

With that, Lander reached out and grabbed a P90 off a shelf.

I swear to god Wilson if you die rescuing your crush's cat... -- CommanderMark (Talk) 03:09, 31 July 2015 (UTC)

"Thank you for assisting me, Mr. Wilson," Nicole thanked.

"Don't mention it."

An awkward silence brushed over the two as they continued down Sector D's clinical hospital-like halls. Wilson decided to break it with a heavy question he had been wondering for as long as he could remember, and decided it was time to ask before taking a deep breath and asking.

"Hey...Nicole?"

"Yes?"

"I know this is a...heavy question but...how is life as a...computer? I'm sorry to ask it now, since you're probably super stressed, but I don't know if or when I'm gonna catch you in such a...subjective state again."

Nicole began to press her fingers together in thought. "W-well...I...I dunno. I don't really know how to describe it...It doesn't really 'feel' like anything," she softly muttered as a hard blush flashed across her face.

"So, do you...prefer that state? Like, if you had the power to do so, would you convert back to your normal self?"

"It's...scary, suddenly being able to feel again. But...it also feels kind of nice. I don't know what I would do..." Nicole crossed her arms in confusion.

"When was the last time you loved someone?"

"I...I don't even remember."

"Hm." Wilson wanted to refrain from turning this walk into a Q&A session but wanted to keep this interaction train rolling, so continued with yet another question. "Have you ever been in a riot or breach like this?"

"I...I think I might have been in a containment breach sometime before I was infected with the virus. I don't really remember anything from before that though." Nicole said with a frown.

Thankfully, the awkward conversation had an excuse to end once they entered the Dorm Block of Sector D and came across Nicole's residence.

"There it is!" Nicole exclaimed in relief, but quickly masked this outburst with a cough. She ran to the door and gave the metal knob a tug, but it didn't budge.

"Ugh, I think I left my security card back at the armory!" she sighed. "We're gonna have to go b-" she turned around to Wilson, and saw nothing but a pair of cargo-pants legs dangling out of an open air-vent suspended a bit higher than the door. Nicole looked in utter shock. "Mr. Wilson, what are you doing?!"

"Getting your cat," Wilson's voice echoed down the metal walls of the vent as the legs disappeared into the darkness of the duct's interior. From his childhood to now, Wilson never watched very many movies. The only person ever who completely ignored any form of popular culture. But he did know crawling through vents was considered a "badass" thing to do, in fiction, at least. A trope or something. But it most certainly was not badass. The moment Wilson managed to squeeze him and his soaking hot riot armor into the incredibly tight vent, he almost thought he had gotten stuck. But he would literally kill himself if he embarrassed himself in front of Nicole like that, so he bestowed enough will upon himself to awkwardly wiggle through the vents, making a loud banging that pierced his ears with every movement. Eventually, he found a vent cover he managed to screw off, and kicked himself out of the tight space through the hole he had created.

He landed flat on his fucking back, and wished he had put his helmet on for this. The healed but still tender skin that was originally destroyed during that head trauma he had endured back in Sector E re-opened to form a bloody cut, splattering the ground with a puddle of blood. After absorbing the pain for a few seconds, Wilson got to his feet and looked around the extremely bland and boring dormitory of Dr. Kerensky. How was he gonna find this fucking cat? The fall probably scared him off, and Wilson was not going to say "Here, kitty kitty" with Nicole on the other side of door. After searching her apartment-esque residence for a few seconds, Wilson had finally found it. A slick black metallic structure, with the shape of a house feline and head of a lamp. She just couldn't have a normal cat, couldn't she? She just had to adopt a sentient lamp.

Being a cat, an animal in which Wilson hated with every atom of his body, the lamp-cat was obviously scared of Wilson, and got into a defensive position as they locked "eyes". Wilson slowly and cautiously approached the startled anim-

OH FUCK!

The cat lunged at Wilson's face. Luckily it wasn't a real cat, so there were no claws and teeth to cause any real physical damage. But it was just so sudden Wilson was getting really fucking sick of being jumpscared. After attacking Wilson, the cat started sprinting around the room at incredibly fast speeds, and Wilson's patience started to BURN.

All the confused and distressed Nicole heard was loud crashing and Wilson swearing as he chased the stupid fucking cat around her dorm.

"Mr. Wilson?!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay? The lampcat doesn't like company, he may atta- Mr. Wilson?!" --Fireworks888 (talk) 07:46, 5 August 2015 (UTC)

What had just happened?

Steven attempted to organize all the recent events as fast as he could while pacing slowly around the armory, palms togheter as if praying, occassionally stopping when he managed to piece something togheter.

''Okay. So we are in the armory. It's empty; They all have weapons. And they're closer to the SCP chambers than we are. There's plenty of hallways leading there. Fuck...''

Wilson and Nicole just went back to get a fucking cat, and we're waiting here.

That line kept repeating itself on Steven's head until he stopped walking and looked at both Lander and Amanda, who were both leaning agaisn't a wall.

"Wilson and Nicole just went back to get a fucking cat. And we're waiting here!"

Amanda nodded at Steven, as she focused on searching the nearby shelves, where she found a large .45 revolver behind some boxes on the shelves, she had this stupid smile on her face on seeing such a nice gun. In excitement, she tapped Lander's shoulder and pointed at the gun with this stupid wide smile on her face.

Lander glanced at the gun then back at Amanda. He presumed that she was asking if she could take the gun.

"Uh, sure, you can take it." Lander said cautiously.

"I was gonna take it anyway!" Amanda thought as she went back to enthusiatically inspect the gun. Steven waited for an answer from Lander's part, which quickly came as a stern proposition.

"Then you can go to the shelter, no one's stopping you."

Steven looked at Lander and sighed. His plan wasn't gonna work anytime soon at this pace! He reconsidered the way he had treated most of the group's members so far, and so he stood next to Lander.

"Alright...Matthew Lander, is it?" He said before continuing. "You seem like a reasonable guy. You are an MTF member. I suppose you know my plan, right?" He said as friendly as he could, his legs were beggining to ache.

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"Your...plan?" Lander asked.

"What i had discussed with your friend--..." Steven quickly remembered Lander being asleep during the argument.

"You remember it, right?" He asked.

"Sorta, Wilson kinda rushed through the explanation."

"Alright, so i guess you get what it is about! W-what do you think of it?" Steven's legs started to feel increasingly more painful, he tried to shrug it off as he was in a safe place.

"Not really sure. You wanted to let loose SCPs to clean up the mess right?" Steven nodded. "Do you even know what SCPs are contained at this site? It's too big a risk to take."

"Of course i do! i've been working here for years!" His light smile faded as he put a hand on his own right thigh. "...As l-long as we know what things to break out, we should be able to escape and have mobile task forces deal with the escaped SCPs, as long as they're not TOO dangerous." Amanda stopped focusing on the gun to stand in front of them both, she needed to hear whatever they decided.

"Still, we shouldn't just go ahead and release a bunch of SCPs until we have a clear idea of how big this breach currently is." Lander responded.

Steven took a while to answer, he slid down the wall he was leaning on to, deciding sitting agaisn't it after standing up only served to worsen the pain in his legs, these things always seemed to happen at very unlucky times, or whenever he felt tense. He looked up at Lander and Amanda. "...Maybe there's another way, even as is, they're closer to--...The SCPs than we are. And well, you were asleep when i was arguing with Wilson about how big this riot is. We're gonna have to decide something." Amanda scribbled down another note which she gave to Lander. "i want to help whatever you guys choose, but i'm not staying in a shelter."

Lander ran his hand through his hair. Up until now Wilson was more or less the leader of the group in terms of their destination and goal. Lander wasn't really sure what to make of his current situation.

"Look, let's just wait for the others then decide then. If we're going anywhere then we're gonna need all the people we can get in this place."

"I guess i'll have to agree with you, Lander. Doesn't mean you shouldn't make a choice, but i guess we'll wait." Steven said with a slightly pained expression. "My legs are fucking killing me, so i'll have to rest here a bit anyway." Amanda sat down next to Steven and began a small game of tic-tac-toe using her notepad, as to distract them both as they waited.

...

"...Can you do me a f-favour?" Steven looked at Lander.

"Yeah?"

"Move that dead guy out of here?" And pointed to the deceased MTF lying nearby, he couldn't do it himself at the moment.

Lander raised his eyebrow. "No."

...

Steven chuckled silently as Amanda clapped mockingly, she had won.

Amanda raised her notepad to Lander and smiled, challenging him to a game agaisn't the current champion of tic-tac-toe.

Lander smiled. "Alright... I'll play." He sat down next to Amanda and Steven, forming a circle.

--Irontaco (talk) 06:29, 12 August 2015 (UTC)

"The lampcat doesn't like company, he may atta- Mr. Wilson?!" Nicole yelled through the door to her living-quarters.

She knew that...her little lampcat wouldn't do anything drastic against Mr. Wilson, but she was slightly worried by the possibility of the guard being blinded by the incredibly bright light that it gave off sometimes when it was scared. That light was powerful enough to burn through the hostile inhabitants of SCP-1619, so the light being damaging wasn't something to be safely ruled out for Nicole.

The sounds of Mr. Wilson's struggles continued to resonate from the small chamber, though Nicole was ashamed to admit that she was slightly more worried for her pet than the guard who had become her friend. She genuinely...loved that lamp...cat creature. Well, she thought she loved it, at least. She couldn't really identify her emotions well.

With a sense of urgency, Nicole tried to push against the door, getting her nowhere.

"Mr. Wilson! Let me in!" She yelled, hoping to get his attention.

The sounds of random crashes and a struggle continued to blare from the door, but eventually those sounds subsided and Nicole watched as it slid open, revealing a rather angry Wilson. The lampcat definitely didn't like him.

"I hate cats..." Wilson said.

"Are you okay, Mr. Wilson? Did he harm you in any way?" Nicole asked in a low voice.

"He pissed me off, if that counts." He replied. He sidestepped and gave Nicole room to enter.

The room was certainly almost as well-organized as she had left it, or at least, how she remembered leaving it. Any books that she had were stacked neatly on some of the tables found around the room or aligned perfectly on a bookshelf. One table was flipped onto its side, along with other bits of furniture having been strewn about, thanks to Wilson and the lampcat. There was a single, lone couch that sat in the corner of the room with a tall lamp at its side. One feature that Nicole remembered...fondly, somehow...was a small box with a few light-bulbs sticking out from the top.

And then, of course, Nicole's eyes rested on the little creature that had led them on this small journey. The lampcat was running across the neatly-kept carpet floor, passing over a few random books that had fallen from their places. Even in the small bout of chaos that it was causing, Nicole still managed to smile.

Nicole approached the lampcat slowly before kneeling down beside the path it had decided to continuously run across. Eventually, to her non-surprise, the lampcat slowed down and looked at her with its...light-bulb. Even though the creature was expressionless, Nicole thought that it might have been...relieved, to see its master.

"Hi little guy! Uh, I know you are scared, but we really need to leave. Mr. Wilson is nice, I promise." Nicole gave her pet a sweetened little smile. Obviously the creature didn't understand what she was saying, but she hoped that it would listen regardless.

She was relieved when the lampcat sat right in front of her, the light-bulb that was supposedly its eye resting on her. Her smile grew as she picked up her pet and held it tightly against her chest. Its back legs dangled as she held it from under its front forelegs.

"Uh, Nicole, can we go now?" Wilson asked from behind her. --107.201.224.138 08:59, 14 August 2015 (UTC)

"Uh, Nicole, can we go now?"

"Oh, y-yeah, of course!" Nicole stuttered out. And with that, the two, well, three, set off, back to the armory.

"I hope security at the shelter will let you keep that thi- keep him," Wilson stated, refraining himself from insulting that fucking thing. "For one, they don't accept pets in such high security areas, let alone SCPs."

"Oh, you're right," Nicole sadly uttered. "They'll probably appropriate him from me once I settle in!"

"Ah, don't worry. I'm a head of security here, I can probably intervene."

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Wilson."

"Just call me Tyrone."

"..O-Okay. Thank you...Tyrone."

It was honestly cute seeing Nicole awkwardly fumble with something as simple as being casual. But the situation was cut short by indestinct shouting in the distance, most definitely another group of Class-D's. Wilson was actually somewhat glad. The eerie silence and sense of being alone started to eat at Wilson psyche. Wilson put his palm on Nicole's chest to get her to stop as he unholstered his glock with the other hand.

"Stay right here," Wilson quietly ordered. "If you hear gunfire, hide in the closest thing you can find. Supply closet, office, locker, even a medical cabinet."

Nicole simply gave out a silent nod, but it was obviously her heart was beating at a dangerously wild pace. Wilson walked out of her sight towards the shouting and leaned up against the wall to listen. Talking began.

"This fucking guard always gave me a hard time. Not anymore."

"Heh. So, what, we're just supposed to stay down here and kill guards? I don't feel comfortable being so deep into this fucking place. What if the gas gets into this sector's vents?"

"Stop, whining, there's no way in hell that gas is getting out of Sec E. Brister's been here so long he knows this site as well as he can. Said there are safety shelters around here being guarded by the remaining security. First we take out the security, then we kill any survivors in the shelter."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's not forget to raid the break rooms too, I've been building up a hungry stomach ever since I heard of the riot was happening."

"Let's move."

The bastards have been planning the riot for god knows how long. Wilson couldn't even imagine how long it must've taken to circulate the idea and plan it, as they were monitored almost 24/7 and most were in solitary confinement cells. This Brister guy must've been a mastermind. But he's about to have three less henchmen in his ranks. Wilson peered around the corner and aimed his gun, and immediately almost pissed himself. The three D's were donned with black and bulky kevlar vests, matching riot helmets, and security pads on their elbows and knees. But most importantly, they wielded fucking shotguns and glocks trained straight at Wilson.

"IT'S A GUARD, KILL HIM!"

Wilson instinctively rolled out of the way as they began to open fire, but a stray bullet, fortunately just a single glock round, managed to pierce Wilson's thigh. In cover, he knew running would make it bleed out more than it already was. But if he stayed, he'd definitely be riddled with holes, so chose the first option and made a break for it. He returned to Nicole's location, and predictably, she was no where to be found. Wilson ran to the closest room he could find; the guard changing room, and hid in one of the lockers. It was even tighter and hotter than the fucking vent, but he barely managed to crouch down so he was not observable through the slits. He heard a trio of heavy, muffled footsteps outside as he held his breathe, praying they didn't find him.

"Come out, come out where ever you are!" he heard a D loudly taunt.

"Let's not waste time on this one pig, there's hundreds of others that need a good bullet to the skull."

"You're right, let's just finish up the security here and destroy the shelters."

Wilson waited a good two minutes before finally peeking out of his locker and deducing they were gone. Next task was finding Nicole. He cautiously swept through the Block's halls and searched every supply closet, office, and medical cabinet within reach, occasionally and quietly saying "Nicole?" before finally finding her cowering in a closet with the lampcat still in her arms..

"Nicole, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine. I'm more worried about your health Mr.- Tyrone."

"I have a bullet in my thigh but I should be able to tank through it until we get to the armory. We have a bit of a...problem. I'll tell you and the group about it once we get there."

Wilson helped Nicole to her feet and the two rushed back to the armory, thankfully having no other encounters. --Fireworks888 (talk) 15:46, 15 August 2015 (UTC)

"Ahem."

Lander, Amanda and Steven looked up to see that Wilson and Nicole had returned.

"Oh, you guys made it back. With a uh..." Lander examined the object in Nicole's arms. "...a lamp?"

"Cat."

"What?"

"Lamp, Cat. It's a lamp cat." Nicole responded. The cat perked up at its name being mentioned, letting Lander get a good look at what appeared to be the head of the creature.

"It's not even a compact fluorescent..." Lander stopped himself from saying the joke out loud. "Alright the, so did anything happen along the way?"

"Bad news," Wilson coldly said as he put pressure on his thigh wound. "I'm wearing a bullet in my leg thanks to the D's that ransacked this armory. They're armed to the teeth now. Oh, and as you saw we successfully got Nicole's cat. So we have to get to the shelter now before we run into any more armed D's."

"Good, let's head out." Lander responded.

"But we never finished our round!" Steven said, gesturing to an unfinished tic-tac-toe game laid out between the two.

"..." Lander said nothing and pulled himself off the floor, double checking that his P90's clip was in properly.

"Ok, so since me and Wilson are the only ones wearing body armour, we'll take point. You guys stay close behind, and if you see something walk up closer to us and tap us." Everyone nodded.

"Good, and remember, if you are certain you see a D going up to attack us, remember to aim before firing. Sync?"

"Sync."

"Sync? Oh right, sync."

"Uh, sync."

Amanda didn't have her notepad on hand, so she instead pointed to a nearby sink on the other side of the room. Lander barely held back his laughter.

--

The group was about a stone's throw away from the armoury. They carefully turned each corner to scan for any noise, sign of gunfire, or life. When the coast was clear, Lander or Wilson would raise their aim up to signal the rest of the group to move forward.

It was a pain in the ass in Lander's mind, as he wasn't very good at holding a squat/crouch without tiring his legs, but it was necessary to ensure they were as quiet as possible. And surprisingly quietness is what they got.

The entire facility seemed devoid of life outside of scattered bodies and bullet holes. Although distant gunfire and walking could be heard it was nothing outside of the noises you'd hear walking around the facility normally. It was near perfect silence, and it made the group incredibly tense.

"Hey, Wilson?" Lander asked the guard in an almost whispering voice.

"Hm?"

"Can I shoot Steven after this?"

"Hell no, are you insane? Without me?" Wilson questioned.

Lander ignored his comment. "I don't mean like a death blow, but like shoot him in the foot or-wait what'd you say?"

"If we're assaulting Beckett, it's not happening unless I can join in," Wilson smiled.

"Huh...so I guess we agree on the fact that he's annoying." Wilson nodded then looked back towards the front, scanning the area for any more Ds.

Another question popped into Lander's head much time later. "I'm surprised you didn't yell at us back there for just sitting around and playing games instead of being on alert."

"Yeah, well...." Wilson sighed as his voice lowered. "Don't tell anyone but I really don't want to seem like such a...hardass, y'know? Like, it's obvious Amanda and Beckett are on my bad side, and I don't want to further antagonize myself."

"Yeah, I sorta wonder the same thing too. I mean I know Nicole and Amanda are fine just waiting out the breach at the shelter, but I wonder if they hold a bit of resentment against you for the decision or me for not trying to stop you. Not really sure why I feel like that though, maybe because this is the closest I've had to social activity in a while and I just want friendship for the moment. Makes sense when you think about it."

Just then Lander felt a tap on his shoulder. He quickly turned out, gripping his P90, only to find him face to face with Amanda holding a notepad in front of his face.

" "

Lander's eyes widened for a second before he turned his head away embarrassingly.

"U-uh, head back to the others, don't get distracted..." Amanda smiled smugly and returned to the back of the group.

"You know, you're lucky I'm not fluent in the art of teasing like you," Wilson said with a grin.

Lander looked at Wilson angrily. "Not to pull a page out of the cliche book, but seriously, it's not like that."

"Yeah, okay," Wilson softly chortled.

"Although speaking of which, I really need to ask Steven for my helmet back, I prefer being faceless." Lander stated, smiling slightly.

--

The silence was finally interrupted, only it was from an ear piercing scream two halls down, in the direction of the shelter.

"Shit the Ds started their attack, let's go!" The group quickly rose up and headed towards the direction of the screaming. When they got there, they found the entrance to the shelter with a barrage of orange people rushing through the door.

"Dammit, they breached the shelter!" Steven exclaimed.

Just then turned around at the voice. "Brister, we got more peeps!" Another D turned and glared at the gang looking around the corner. Wilson quickly nudged everyone back around the turn.

"You guys got some balls trying to take on us." The D known as Brister said with a confident looking grin.

"How does he think he has the upper ha-" Brister reached behind him and pulled a piece of equipment out of a tool box resting near him. As he raised it up one of the Ds began firing at them, making Wilson and Lander retreat around the corner.

"Shit everyone get ready to fight!" Wilson yelled. "Lander, any idea what that thing was the D was pulling out of the box?"

"Dunno, look like a tube from what I saaaaawww..?"

"Lander?"

...

Lander pushed everyone back towards the other end of the hallway.

"RUN!!!"

The group only had seconds to register the command as a rocket hit one of the adjacent walls near the corner they were at. The early warning Lander shouted allowed them to gain some distance, but it didn't help much as everyone was swiped off their feet and if not thrown to the ground, tossed head-first into a wall by the blast.

Last thing Lander felt was a ringing in his ears. -- CommanderMark (Talk) 05:18, 17 August 2015 (UTC)

The explosion singed the back of Wilson, and the shock wave sent him flying. Fortunately the blast didn't knock him out, but he still felt as if he was paralyzed as he laid in a pile of smoldering rubble, ears ringing violently. A dark, towering figure approached him, blurred as everything else.

"Well, looks like the guard is still moving," the man mockingly said as he pulled a revolver out of one of the utility pockets his stolen security jacket donned. "Let's change that."

Wilson managed to pull himself to his knees and lean on the cracked concrete wall as he felt the hard press of the revolver's barrel against his forehead. Wilson looked up as his soon-to-be executor. Like most D's, he was a well built man, skin obscured by an orange jumpsuit underneath a set of riot armor. Even his face was completely hidden by a black, emotionless gas-mask, the one the gang had worn down in Sector E.

After analyzing his opponent's muted physical features, Wilson's training instincts kicked in, and he swiped the revolver out of the man's hand so fast, his wrist nearly broke. Before Wilson could fire, the man delivered an absolutely crushing blow to his skull. The punch was so painful it was surreal, and Wilson's entire body was flung down to the floor on his back as the revolver flew from his hands. The man grabbed Wilson by his collar before pulling him up to his feet and slamming his fist into his temple several times. Blood leaked from Wilson's hair and into his eyes before he managed to grab the man's wrist and twist it. The man released Wilson thanks to sheer pain, and Wilson used this window of time to incapacitate the man with a punch to the stomach.

The guard then swiped the revolver back off the ground and right as he looked up to aim it at the man, a team of similarly armored D classes armed with assault rifles appeared behind the gas-masked D. Wilson was trapped. There was no way out. A wall of fire and rubble laid behind him, and a wall of armed D's laid in front of him. The only reason they didn't douse him with gunfire immediately was because the gas-masked one, their leader no doubt, stood between them and Wilson. The guard did the only thing he could think of. Not surrender, but grab the leader by the throat and press the revolver's barrel against the man's cheek, holding him hostage.

"Move an inch and I'll shoot," Wilson breathlessly threatened as he kept the leader restrained. Before this situation could advance any further, the leader brutally elbowed Wilson in the ribs, forcing him to let go. Wilson stumbled back as an aching pain surged throughout his torso as he dropped the revolver with a piercing clack against the debris-littered ground, and the leader readied to tackle him, but a deafening BANG exploded throughout the entire ravaged arena. Another revolver bullet at ripped through the leader's shoulder, and the well placed shot belonged to Amanda, severely scratched up from the explosion. Before the other D's could react, Amanda began blindly firing at their ranks, shredding through them as Wilson did the same once he picked up the first revolver and shouldered the leader to the ground.

Fortunately, due to the D's inexperience with weaponry, the distance between them and Amanda, and the fact their peers were getting ripped apart by a duo of revolver clips, they blindly fired and sprayed the ceiling as the recoil overwhelmed them or a bullet gouged into their stomachs. Still, their firepower was a threat and Wilson knew this, so he started to retreat as he fired at them, taking cover behind rubble occasionally, and dragging Nicole and Lander out of the hallway.

"COME ON, AMANDA!" Wilson yelled as he disappeared into the darkness of the tattered corridor. Still firing a few rounds until she neared ammo depletion, Amanda retreated along with Wilson into the shadows of Sector D.

"THIS ISN'T OVER, WILSON!" the muffled and strained echo of the gas-mask leader yelled. --Fireworks888 (talk) 06:18, 17 August 2015 (UTC)

They ran for quite some time until reaching Sector D's recreation room, with Wilson carrying Lander on one shoulder and quite struggling to drag Nicole with his other free arm, he entered the room and left them close to the doors before attempting to catch his breath.

Amanda, who was a few meters away, turned to see Steven limping severely, struggling to walk and moaning painfully as he attempted to make his way to the doors, she helped him into the room and sat him near the doors, agaisn't a wall.

"How....How did he know your name!?" Steven nearly screamed at Wilson, as he attempted to control his breathing, Amanda closed the doors, and took some time to regain her composture.

"I have no idea! There's no way he could've known my name, unless he read my tag, but I highly doubt he was focusing on my tag while we were battering each other."

There was no answer, Steven did nothing but swear constantly at the peril of the situation. Amanda walked to Wilson and shrugged, asking what to do next.

Wilson sighed as he rubbed his face, unintentionally smearing it with blood. The stress of the situation and the physical pains weighing him down were getting to him. "God, I don't know...okay...let's rest here for a while, once everyone is rested, we'll try to see if the destroyed shelter has medical supplies...hell, ANY supplies, then try to get to the next sector ASAP. We can't let that lunatic get another shelter. I won't let him."

Amanda sighed, she briefly examined herself only to find her clothes a mess, and a terrible-looking forearm wound. Well, she had to ignore this for just a while longer, as promised, she needed to help the others first. She grabbed Wilson's shoulder and pointed to Steven, and with some more hand gestures motioned her intentions of going to check on Nicole and Lander.

She saw Wilson standing around hesitating before walking taking a few steps forward to Stevne.

"Okay, Beckett, what exactly is the problem?" Wilson asked, obviously uninterested but not wanting his bias against Steven get in the way of his health.

"It's my fucking legs. They're burning." Steven exclamed as he attempted as best as he could not to move a single inch, the smallest movement turned into a unbearable pins-and-needles sensation. He calmed down and hesitated briefly before pointing out something. "Your leg."

"Fuck, you're right," Wilson uttered, looking at the bullet wound gouging in his leg. Fortunately it didn't dig too deep, and bleeding was minimum, but he, as well as everyone else, needed medical attention. "I'll treat it once we get into the shelter. Let's hope its supplies weren't ransacked yet."

"Damn." Steven said, he smiled lightly and continued. "There goes the plan!... I'll be honest with you, i'm fucking terrified right now." For the first time something had gone unexpected for him and now he was forced to be dependent on a group.

"Hey, we're still heading to a safety shelter, don't think that plan's still out of the question. We just have to get to the next one before the D's do."

"I know we are. It's just that this whole thing just seems so much more dangerous now that they're all armed. I'll just follow along until i think something up." Steven looked over to Amanda moving the two unconcious group members around. "Really hate to ask, but could you drag me over there?"

Wilson sighed and looked at the ground for a while before awkwardly pulling Steven up and resting him on his shoulder before walking over to the other side of the room. While Steven was quite a tall man, his lankiness rendered him surprisingly light, and Wilson rudely flung Steven into a comfy chair that sat near Amanda as she tended to Lander and Nicole.

"SHIT" Steven shouted while he nearly fell off the chair, pain spreading in a pulse around his legs as he used them to balance himself. "My fucking hero." He said sarcastically while attempting to laugh, trying to not tense the situation more. "You know, if i asked you to do this it was so that the numbness stops soon." Wilson looked at him arrogantly, why was he still complaining about his legs?

"Numbness?" Wilson questioned, unamused at Steven's whining.

Steven sighed before talking, "It's not what you think, uuhh..." he paused briefly before continuing. "It's an old injury from a fight." Wilson looked at the large scar on Steven's neck. "My legs sometimes hurt a fucking lot, it doesn't really happen often, and most of the time i can ignore it. Forcing myself to run worsens it."

It made a bit of sense for Wilson. Life-long injuries from a fight, a combat knife slash across his face, his sudden outburst agaisn't Wilson for no reason whatsoever, Steven must've had a really horrible day some security staff.

Wilson still had no patience for biases, but felt a bit of remorse. He thought he was just an office worker who couldn't run a few meters without whining, but it was an actual condition that tainted his nerves. Wilson still didn't want to make the situation awkward with an apology, and cracked "Hey, pain is weakness leaving the body, remember that."

Steven's answer was cut off by Amanda whistling to gain their attention. She pointed at Nicole, who began to wake up slowly, Steven and Wilson noticed her robotic arm's joints being severely deformed from the previous attack. Amanda wasn't quite sure if this would cause her pain, but regardless, she got on her knees to calm Nicole down in case she DID panic.

She had just placed both Nicole and Lander flat on their backs while the conversation took place, one next to the other, with Nicole showing the most signs of injury because of her arm.

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--Irontaco (talk) 09:54, 29 August 2015 (UTC)

RP is canceled, rip. --CommanderMark