Hazmat Team Alpha RP

A loud crack sounded and the elevator stopped completely. Slight hissing could be heard and the pressure seemed to drop slightly. "Equalization..." The large metal door slid open slowly with a groan. Another loud crack made the door seal in the open position. An eerie silence was all that greeted him as he stepped off the large platform and into the large meeting hall. No one was too be seen, not even a trace of a body or survivor. "The virus must have killed most of everyone down here. We'll have to act faster. Everyone who is under my command, move up and take this slow. We don't know what mental state the survivors are in." Noticing the large freight elevator's plaque saying that the generator room was down stairs he told his team to form up and get onto the elevator. As he prepped it he noticed a pool of blood and bloody hand print on the freight elevator's panel. "Stay frosty people..."

((There are no baddies where we are.. yet.))

Originally posted by Arcade Fire
"Sometimes, situations are just illusions of doubt, denial of reality." he replied to the first comment. "I'm a Brigadier General, if rank matters to you now. What about you?"

"So if you have such a high rank, why haven't you been called to duty?"

"I was given my rank for reasons stated. I've killed a lot of people, I've been a soldier since I was a child. Your Hazmat team saw my skills and my experience, so they gave me my rank. Don't think it's above me, though. I just don't care about ranks or titles. You shouldn't care if I'm a higher rank than you, either, and it's apparent that you don't. That's good. We're both doing the same thing on this mission, and we're both trained soldiers. That's all that really matters to me." he explained, continuing his monotonous repairs.

"Well what the hell are you working on?" Simon didn't really care but he also didn't want to just be by himself doing nothing. He could really go for a hot guy right now. But unfortunately in this line of work those were a rarity.

"It's nothing important. Let's just say it keeps my mind busy, clear of.. other thoughts, and that it's a souvenir I got from Africa." He paused. "You must be bored if you're asking about it. We're going to get some action soon enough, maybe that will satiate you."

"Nope. Not until I'm actually shooting something."

"ok, now thats just f**king scary"

Marlon attempted wiping the blood to see if it was fresh. The print either barerly moved or it was already dried into the wall. He quickly put both hands on his pistol, covering the safety with his thumb ready to switch and fire at anytime.

"Frost, Shark you two stay up top and cover our position. No one gets down this elevator as long as we are down there, not even Alpha or the rest of Delta." Jacob turned around and started to press various buttons and flip different switches until, like the first elevator, a breaker disengaged and became mobile. "Summers, you are with me. On the double." He stepped onto the elevator and removed his pistol. "We're going to figure out who is down there."

Rand walked up to Lt. Jacob " ive been waiting way to long sir." He said in a low tone " pleace consider joining with you and Spade" he said eagerly

((He is Marlon Summers haha))

Jacob looked annoyed for a second but remembered that he acted the same way when he was a new recruit and decided to let him on. "Alright, check your gear and then get on board." He then turned around to the controls waiting for Summers to board.

" cool thankyou sir" Rand thought for sure he would be yelled at but he likedthe Lt. Seemed to know exactly what hes doing. Rand liked to have that comfort. He pulled out the can "sir hope you dont mind. I was board before so i made a phospherous grenade." He held it. He didnt know if it was a good idea to keep it.

"yes sir!"

Marlon hesitated taking his first step then, he remembered he is here to shoot something and the way things looked he was gonna get the chance. Marlon quickly hopped aboard still waiting to switch the safety off and fire.

"I don't like this elevator"

"Feelings mutual if you ask me... hope it holds." Jacob pulled the breaker back and then pushed it forward until a click was heard. After that the elevator made it's slow move downwards, towards the generator rooms. Once they were completely out of earshot from the rest of the team he clicked off his intercom and looked at the two. "This is Charlie's last reported position. That's why only a few of us are going, so that more people an get on the elevator."

Gotham stepped into the elevator, heavy and rusty, and waited for the remaining Alpha squad to join him.

An old PA system on the wall crackled to life as it screeched out the message to the remaining Alpha members. "Alpha team, Report to the elevator immediately. You are getting to go down early. Delta team leader has reported blood and an overall missing staff. Keep your guard up and make your way to Delta's position. Over and out." The comm then died and crackled one last time.

Simon was geeked. "Finally," he exclaimed. He all but ran to the elevator. He looked at his commanding officer which he didn't like that much at this point and asked, "Who the hell are our other teammates?"

"Back outside the elevator, probably getting ready. I don't blame them, it's supposed to be hazardous down there. The blood doesn't sound reassuring, either. They need to hurry, though." He could tell there was contempt between the two, but he didn't care. He was never one for friendships.

Lieutenant Loran Rek stepped through the de-con' chamber and into a room with a few chairs and a table. A lift was positioned to the side of the room and a halway branched of to the side. There was a suited guard by the lift. "Im looking for Alpha team."

"Down there sir." The guard replied in a filtered voice pointing to the hallway.

"Thanks." Rek walked across the room and down the hall. The guard watched in silence.

(OOC: Is this ok?)

"Summers, Rand, you stay here until I've scouted the area ahead." LT. Book stepped off of the freight elevator and onto the cold, dull, steel floor. Two of the overhead lights had been destroyed, which made the rest of the hall hard to navigate and created odd lighting tha mostly confused the senses. As his eyes adjusted to the low lighting and the spots where there was no lighting, he made out the figure of a hazmat suit. "Who's there?" No response comes from the unit and it does not move. Jacob makes his way over to the figure and turns his light on. Right as he does he could make out the features of Chew, Charlie LT. "Chew!" TRhe figures eyes shot open and yelled. "What the!? Get away! You won't kill me!" Jacob reared back and hit him in the face. "Calm down! That's an order!" As Chew's visor changed from a milky white, where the punch hit, he seemed calmer. "Don't try to pull rank on me Book!" Just as he realized that is was Jacob he hugged him. "My God, Jake, you have no idea what the hell is down here waiting for us.." Jacob looked confused. "Seems to me that a virus is waiting for us and maybe a few riotous scientists and guards." Chew looked worried and didn't seem to take his hand off of his pistol. Jacob noticed a small round crack up near the top of Chew's visor. In the back of his mind all he could think was, "What would drive him to try and shoot himself?" Jacob shook his head and helped Chew into the next room. Just as the dorr shut, it sealed and refused to open. "What the fu--" Chew just laughed. "Those ****ers are learning to use acid?" Jacob leaned Chew up against the wall and walked off trying to find something to use to open the door.

((Just don't know more then you should abotut the situation and you should be fine))

Rek stepped through the doors at the end of the corridor and encountered a Hazmat standing in a lift waiting it seemed. Rek addressed the Soldier. "You part of team Alpha? I just got transfered. Im Lieutenant Rek." Rek paused. "Looks like we've got some mess on our hands here." Loran smiles. "Where do I suit up?" He glances around. " Like I said. I just got here."