Jacob moved forward into the darkened room and check his arm-com, that was not there. He then remembered that his suit was no longer with him. Sighing, he just then noticed the blood on the floor, and also how the elevator heading down to the engine room was not up. He saluted and moved on forward to a comm room. "This is Lieutenant Jacob Book, I am trapped once again in the lower tunnels of the genetic labs of the dummy town know as Alleses city. The infection got too far and started to kill off everyone. Those of us that have survived are scattered throughout the city. God help us all." Jacob clicked the send button and the message went to all active frequencies.
Reks com was faulty and heard neither transmission as the final door slid slowly open. He immediatly jumped behind the opening door as a shot zipped through the air and sparked off a metal strut in the wall of the hallway. Another shot. Another, sparking and richoshaying in the small hallway. The doors fully parted and Rek was hidden, flat against the wall, pistol raised sightly. ((You see no-one))
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Two miles away, Lt. Frank and Seargent Sam both heard the transmission. Instantly Frank reached over to a computer desk keyboard. He triangulated the position and strength of the signal and got the frequency of the com dish in use. He spoke fast. "This is Lieutenant Frank James Carter of Hazmat team Echo, are you reading me? over." He awaited for a return.
Sam started calibrating the frequency of the com dish, using computer controlled algorithims to change the minor numbers.
"This is Delta Team Leader. I am currently stuck in the original dropzone for mine and Alpha's team. I don't see much activity from creatures but there are a lot of sounds. They are what keep m eon edge. They're gun shots. Which can only mean that there are suriviors or they have adapted again." Jacob turned around from the comm area and shut the door behind him and held it there until the light turned red.
"Lieutenant Rek Mirez, Hazmat specialist, USMC." He slid to the edge of the door. "I.D. yourself?" He smiled, and stepped around the door, pistol raised level with this persons head.
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Frank replied. "We've tri-angulated your position. Sit tight, we will move-out ASAP." Frank thought for a moment. "Its good to hear your voice Book. Are there any other suvivors that you are aware of? Hazmat, i mean."
Sam fixed the frequency and picked up his bio-helmet and assualt rifle.
"Great. Book can you give us some intel on what we expect. We are curently a two man squad. Bad weather has hindered our remaining four members. We do have an APC with a 50. CAL mounted on it."
She was quiet for a moment, looking the Lt. up and down. The she slowly lowered her weapon and smiled. "Private Katerina Sands. Sorry about shooting at you Lt. I thought you were something else. Can't be too careful around here. I'm sure you know that." She turned the safety back on her rifle and slung it over her shoulder.
"Intel!? We don't stand a chance against these things! They are not going to stop untill they kill us all." Jacob turned around when he heard beating on the door behind him. Jacob switched the radio to broadcast on Hazmat frequencies only. "Any other hazmats reading this message? If so, move to the inner labs. Fewer infected are most likely in there."
Rek lowered his own weapon. "Hazmat?" He asked. He turned and repeated the code into a keypad. Both blast doors shut and a heavy metal plate slid across the blast door. That should stop anything short of a nuke. "So.. Katerina, you wouldnt happen to have a working com in that helmet of yours?"
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Frank replied. "Understood Book, any suvivors. Ones that you are aware of?" He placed on his own helmet. "Book I dont know if you can hear me but we are heading in. ETA: two hours or more realistically, three or four."
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"Mr. President, we have some information that may interest you..."
"Yes?"...........>TBC
"I've got bad news for all of you. There are reports of the infection escaping this area. It seemed that a brute tore through a weakened part of the bio-dome. Even though it's still located within the outer dome we don't know where it is and it's becoming a carrier. If this gets out into the population, we won't be able to stop it. These things adapt to survive everything we throw at them. I'm afraid that I will have to sacrifice myself to stop the infection." Jacob looked one more time back at the door and fired the shotgun at the top hinge. The door bent open around the top and Jacob saw a horrible sight. "Jenkins!" The creature just yelled and tried to claw it's way through the door.
She smiled and nodded. "Yes sir I do. You need it?" She took off her helmet and sat down beside her fallen comrade. "This place is clean. The infection hasn't reached this area yet. We were separated from our group after an attack. I came down here to try and fix my partner up but he lost too much blood."
The com fizzled into static. "You ready Sam?" Sam nodded. "Better bring a few Grenade Launchers and as much explosives and the RPGs. We'll need everything."
Sam dropped his Assualt Rifle and the pack of grenades and with a big grin headed back into the armory. "Sure."
Frank started carrying out several grenade packs and the four Assualt Rifles through an access hatch and onto the APC. He dropped down and opened the back ramp. He stuffed the weapons in the back then eyed up the cargo hatches under the APCs seats. He touched his com. "Sammy? You got your com on?"
A second passed. "Yup!" Came his up-beat voice.
"Better bring everything we can. Get the remaining Assualt Rifles and leave them at the ladder."
"Uhhh, sure. You want breakfast with all that?" Sammy asked.
"Yep, only after all that though." They both laughed. "Sam, hurry. I'll prep the APC."
Jacob made his way towards the door and the infected Jenkins. "Jenkins! Stand down! That an ORDER!" Instantly the creature stopped it's attack and stared at Jacob. He could see that the infected was going through it's memories trying to place where it had heard thah before. It blinked once and pulled it's hand up to it's head. Jacob recognized this as a salute. He spoke fast because he didn't know how long this part of sanity would last. "I need you to give me your suit." The once-Jenkins took off the bio-suit and pushed it through the door.
"Thanks." Lt. Mistara took her helmet and removed his own. He replaced and hooked it up to his dented and scraped, but otherwise undamaged bio-suit. "Hmm." He could smell the lingering vapors of her hair in the helmet. He actiated the com. "Lt. Book are you on com?" He asked. He then, while waiting, turned to Katerina. "Kat. Your partner. Was he- was he bitten by the infected?"
She shook her head and rolled her partner over so he could see the wound. "I'm not sure if he was or not. I haven't seen any bite marks. A smart zombie had a broken piece of piping. Went right through his stomach. I tried to save him with what little supplies I had with me, but his wound was just..." She stopped and shook her head. The memory of those long two hours was something she wanted to forget. It wasn't the first time she's sat beside a dying man and it wouldn't be her last, that much she knew.
"Great. So whats your situation?"
***
Less than one hour later. Lt. Frank and Sgt. Samson, were crawling into the drivers and gunners seats of the Armoured Personell Carrier. The engine started to life and Frank had a full fuel tank and spare cannisters in the compartment.
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"...that pretty much sums up the situation Mr. President."
The president sighed. "Get me General Brad Omar on the line now at Fort Lexinton Nevada."