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Deep 17: Contingency

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a part of Deep 17: Contingency, by MartinVole.

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Deep 17 is a part of Deep 17: Contingency.

4 Places in Deep 17:

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Zeke [3] Possessing a level of thermal control he exhibits traits of cryokenesis and pyrokenisis depending upon a shift in his mood.
Arcee Cree [1] "Want to play soccer with me? I promise it'll be fun."
Wren Cossak [1] I ...just...want to read.....

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It takes a while, but the facility is soon put on yellow alert, the upper level is sealed from the rest of the facility with all but civilian authority allowed. Armed guards and engineers are being sent down in hopes to restore the generators to full capacity. Focus is being put higher than normal on the high security floors leaving the moderate security floors feeling emptier than usual.

In the high security floors (11-14)

While the staff is scrambling to contain the escaped subject, a lone critter begins walking by the cells, slightly bigger than a cat... walking on its forelegs like a circus act is a weird raccoon holding a keycard in its hind feet. It appears to be grunting a small tune. As it goes along it catches the attention of Zeke, face pressed against the window of his cell, his arms restrained in a straitjacket.

"What the hell is going on around here?!" He says, kneeing the cell door fruitlessly. "And... what the hell is that!?"

The raccoon tumbles over and lays there on the ground staring at him. His eye twitches as he stares back at the animal, then he notices the card.

"Hey! You are not authorized to carry that!" He pauses for a moment then slowly pokes his foot through the food port of his cell door and speaks more calmly, grinning. "Gimme and I'll say nothing about this breach of security."

The raccoon slowly starts to scoot away from the door.

"Noo! I'm sorry! For scaring you, that is." His tone quickly turns to begging. "C'mon, we can work together, you and me, Zeke and the giant dirty rat thing."

The raccoon squints its eyes, obviously not too happy with his comment and dusts itself off then holds its arms out then starts to crawl off. Zeke sighs and thumps his head against the door, groans falling down to the floor with his mouth to the food port and then begins to speak more desperately and forced.

"Baby, please! Don't you see how I yearn for you in my life!?" He begs in the most horrific attempt at being suave. "Oh if I was to name an astral body after something, I'd name it after... you!"

The raccoon at this point just plants its face in its four paws and turns around, climbs up the door and runs the card across the scanner then whacks him across the head and motions for the pathetic nutjob to come along. He pops himself up onto his feet and follows the raccoon along, stumbling about like a drunk as he does.

"Gotta be the new meds, anytime now I'll wake up..." He mutters looking around at the cells, then notices his arms are still bound. "Hey could you... nevermind, I'll work it out eventually. Where are we going anyways?"

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"Fuuufufufufu..." Laughed the blue-haired young girl as she tip-toed around the near-empty facility that was the medium-security floors. Someone was causing a commotion up there and this girl would be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of it. She... wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do with this newfound "freedom," but one such idea was escape. There was a world beyond the walls here that she hadn't seen in a full year that felt more like a century. The constant poking, prodding and surgeries from these people were enough to make her feel like she was ready to be an old woman. Yet, somehow, her body kept energized and ready to move, as if it didn't agree with her tired mentality. But nevertheless, here she was, out in the open halls. Her "sneaky" tip-toeing was not nearly as quiet as she'd hoped as her metal structure and rather surprising weight for her figure made noise with each step.

Adjusting the yellow-lensed goggles on her head and loosened the red scarf on her neck to flow a bit more as she moved, always a showman, she unzipped the torso section of the body suit that took her entire attire to reveal fair skin and bandages covering a chest with not much to hide. The bandaging was clearly for appearance and not to cover a wound. Pushing her bright blue bangs out of her face, she smiled a large smile. The display of her teeth in such a grin showcased her excitement for just being beyond her cell's confines. The door to her cell was left in a rather... gruesome state. Crumpled into a ball across the hall, to be precise. Laughing as she recalled how easy it was, she felt really powerful... strong! A heroine of justice with nothing to fear! Not even-
"Look around this area! Fifteen-nineteen's out of her cell. We do not know if she escaped herself or was set free. Be careful; she is armed to the teeth, almost literally. Destructive force, lethal. Approach. With. Caution." She could hear a man giving out orders to a few others a couple corners away.

Nearly jumping in surprise, she ran down the hall with no real goal. Crunching another door would certainly draw too much attention. But she definitely needed somewhere to hide. It'd be impossible for her to lie if they caught her. And after that, her year-long plan for escape and feigning obedience would be over. It would have all been for not... But that was when she spotted it. A room with... a plastic lock? She wasn't smart or caring enough to question it as she grabbed it, crushing it in her hand and forced her way in. Not caring of who, or what could have been in here, she made a nosedive into the room resident's bed and dove under their blanket in hiding. The bed was sturdy enough to handle the girl's weight jumping onto it, apparently. Despite being the "heroine of justice" she claimed to be, she was clearly a bit of a coward. There was no room for argument there...

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The intercoms crackle as a tune plays from them indicating it is from the head of the facility, Dr. Orion Tulner. Him and his apprentice, Hayden Addler, had founded the facility back when it was little more than a hospital. He is known as both a legitimate genius, but also a megalomaniac since the growth of Deep 17 into what it is now.

"All security staff, subjects 1519 and Aethera Gamma have left containment, consider them medium-level risks, standard procedures apply should they turn violent." Tulner's deep voice broadcasts through the entire facility, only a hint of concern in his voice. "Subject GNS-088 'Bas'met' has also left containment and given their necroprogenic nature all research cadavers must be under airtight seals and locate her and any shells she may have acquired."

Zeke stands up and starts walking around looking for another elevator, or anything really. But as he does the sounds of something stirring in the elevator shaft echo forth from the gaping door. He doesn't notice this, however, he's too focused on going to the upper levels to pay it any mind.

"Remember, if you catch a light ammonia scent in the air, that is your cue to check the area immediately." He continues. "If you catch personnel acting strangely, check their eyes, if they are an S or 8 shape then that means the original owner is dead and GNS-088 is using their body."

Zeke checks a staff room and finds a standard security uniform and hat and proceeds to remove his strait jacket in favor of it. He covers as much of himself as possible to try looking like a regular human, his hair especially with the hat helps to some degree.

"Tranquilizers and gassing has no effect at all, but electricity works, just do not try to burn her. Remember, she is very important to my research and I would prefer it if you didn't damage her." His tone conveys some elevated concern, then again he's put a lot of effort into the Genesis project, the creation of new life rather than using human subjects. "Aberration 65 also left containment after the blackout, remember to keep light on him at all times, his... condition... is only triggered by dark places, he's obedient otherwise."

Some rustling of papers and the sound of another person's voice can be heard but not audible enough to be coherent.

"Remember to keep any elevators sealed." He says, his tone growing more severe. "At this rate more problems may arise and we may need to activate the blast seals and gas the lower levels to keep this situation contained."

Zeke begins checking the other rooms for anybody, finding, as expected, much of the security staff absent. He picks up on something, however, what sounds like yelling a level above him. He takes a chair out from a lobby and stands up on it and hits his fist against the ceiling and yells in hopes of using them to assist him.

"Hey! You up there! This is..." He thinks for a moment looking at the card to read the name on it. "This is Hulson, security officer of floor 11 and this damned elevator broke on me and now the scanner is not working right! I'm really having a bad day here and I really REALLY need to report to Orion so... if you can at least unlock this stairwell I'd be very appreciative!"

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Something was going on. That much Wren was certain of, but to what he had no idea. "I shouldn't get involved....it will only cause more trouble." Wren said to no one as he thumbed through the next page of the text book he was allowed to read. "But...maybe I could help."

A light thud echoed through the empty room as Wren closed the book and slowly made his way to the door. "Help? Why on earth would you want to help?! We should escape!" the inflection in his voice showed that Wren was no longer the one in charged the control had been switched to Crow. "We should make them pay for everything they did to you." his voice seethed with anger.

"Freedom..." The word sounded foreign to Wren. Yet it was something he thought about from time to time. However he knew it was just a simple wish that had no true hope of being full filled. To the current world he would be viewed as a monster and was well aware of that fact. The looks that the guards gave him were enough to ferment that idea.

Wren who was now in back in control of their body, simply knocked on the door to see if he could help in anyway. "Hello?" He called out shyly but no answer came. "Is anyone out there?" He called once more only to find the same answer. "Maybe....if I..." With one arm he pushed gently on the door. And what seemed like an impossible outcome for Wren to understand the door opened when a little extra force was added.

Stepping outside he took a moment to asses his situation. The lights in the hall have seemed to go out and many doors now laid open. Cautiously Wren slowly moved down the hallway towards the elevator taking in each inch of his surroundings. "Crow..maybe you should take over.....I don't like this ....."Wren seemed terrified by his surroundings and quickly allowed his other half talk the forefront.

"Wow you must really be shaken up by this....Fine I'll get us out of here." Taking a moment to flex his hands as if testing to make sure everything worked properly. Silently he approached the elevator and pressed the lift button only to find that the elevator is shut down. "Not surprising the Facility does seem like it is lock down. " After taking a another moment to think he began to search this floor for any other means of escape. "There has to be stair some where..."

It didn't take take long for for Crow to find the stair well but as he reached for the handle of the door an odd thought crossed his mind. "Where is everyone on this floor?" Sniffing the air he smelled the strong iron like scent that normally attached itself to blood. "Well someone is having a bad day." He chuckled as he turned the handle to find it is locked. "Damn it!" The locked door was all it took for Crow to slip into what is his typical mannerisms. He began to thrash about while yelling loudly. "I JUST WANT OUT!" Clawing at the door his venom became acidic as he applied more with every strike. "I HATE THIS PLACE!"

Even in the dark hallways you could see the glow of his eyes and the sparks as his claws impacted the door.

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Alright, so she hadn't meant to kill him - she'd meant to kill a guard, which Alver definitely wasn't. Good lord, he definitely wasn't. He was still fifteen and an experiment too for goodness sake! Which was a stupid thing to be angry over, but if it got rid of his fear so much the better. It helped strengthen his shields too, which was good. He didn't want Crazy Psycho Blood-covered Lady (which was what he was going to call her until she revealed her name, like hell he was going to use experiment codes) to break through them again. No way did he want to end up like those people in her cell.

Alver shuddered and pushed the memory away. Not gonna remember that.

"W-what I'm looking at?!" He gasped, staring at her incredulously through the barrier. Finally getting his breath back, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "I should be asking you that, what the hell -"

A doctor interrupted him then, her voice cool and spouting the same gibberish CPBL (it was a bit too long to call her properly) had been speaking a few minutes ago, and Alver lowered the barriers in relief. A doctor! Someone who could calm the crazy lady down! Not that he didn't really like them (some of them could be complete jackasses), but thank goodness.

Or not. Alver stiffened as CPBL gripped his arm - again. Great, what was it with her and his arm?! Her grip was loose, though, like she was anxious about something. Ignoring the conversation she was exchanging with the doctor, Alver frown at the doctors appearance. She was acting way to calm for someone who looked like she'd been mauled. And what was that smell? He sniffed the air, leaning away from the doctor. Lavender and... something else that kinda smells like the bathroom... whats with her goggles?

He winced as CPBL's grip tightened. He glanced up at her, and his eyes widened as she started to shift, small popping noises appearing as she did so. "H-hey, calm down," he said quickly, trying his best to sound soothing. If she freaked out, then there wasn't anything he could do but hope for instant death. He'd have put up shields, but since that might aggravate her further... no. And he didn't have much time either if she was freaking out about the guards and he really didn't want to end up like her last socialising attempt, oh lord.

He racked his mind for more to say, but then the doctor took of her goggles and all he could think of was oh shiz.

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"W-wait, what?" Shaken out of his thoughts, Alver glared at the two women, barely concealed panic hidden desperately behind the anger. He clutched at his jacket sleeves, taking a deep breath to calm down. It didn't help that he was trapped between two crazy women he didn't understand who could pretty much rip apart the facility individually and that guards were just around the corner.

Ok, he had to consider his options. On one hand, the guards were safe. Admittedly not as safe as Alver'd like compared to the experiments, but still safe. Normal. And he didn't have to worry about his life ending prematurely any more than usual, which was always awesome. On the other hand, he hated the guards with a passion of a thousand burning fireballs (alright, more like Alver hated the doctors than the guards, but since they were part of the facility it was just kinda easy to hate them), they'd probably didn't care about what happened to him so long as the two crazy-ass women he was with were knocked out, and he wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of her being alone with GNS-088, attempted murderer or not, damn him and his conscience.

Luckily, the decision was take out of his hands when the woman from earlier pulled him up. A glance at her told Alver that she'd accepted the woman's offer, and tadah - decision solved, choice made, yada yada yada. No way was he going to be able to leave her alone with GNS-088 in good conscience. Crud.

"Arrgh." Alver stood up, ready to run. "I'll be coming too, no way am I gonna be left to the guards alone." Besides, if anything happened he'd be able to use his shields to defend. He frowned at the possessed doctor. wary. "How do you plan to escape? They're kinda around the corner."

As if on cue, the footsteps were now closer than ever, loudly thumping on the floor as they ran.

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Alver felt a chill go down his spine from her stare, but that was quickly washed away by annoyance at her question. Was he scared of her? Hell yes. Was he scared of the guards, getting caught, never getting out of this facility, so on and so forth? Also yes.

And he was sick of it. Screw terror, Alver had gotten over the fear years ago and no way was he letting it win now. Especially not when he was with a person who looked like she was about to go feral on him. He'd been worried for her, for goodness sake! That had been part of the reason he was now an escapee of the facility! Well, that and he'd been sick of the place, but that didn't matter right now.

What did matter was that she'd sounded like she'd expected the answer to be yes, and that. That kind of pissed Alver off.

"No, I'm scared of the dark and closed spaces," He replied sarcastically. "Of course I'm scared of you!" He scowled at her, clenching his fists. "You nearly tried to kill me when we met, remember? And I'm scared of getting caught, the aftermath of getting caught, what GNS-088 needs us for, so on and so forth. Trust me, compared to that, being trapped in an enclosed dark space with a woman who tried to murder me an hour ago is kind of low on the list. And besides..."

Alver took a deep breath. "You weren't actually trying to kill me," He admitted. His scowl receded back to a clear gaze, and his hands uncurled. "You stopped once you noticed I wasn't a guard, and you haven't tried again." He said, staring at her eyes. "And even though I'm scared I'm worried about you too. I don't know what GNS-088 needs us for, but it might be dangerous and even if you're a badass I think you'd feel more comfortable with someone watching your back. I don't want to see any more people die when I can do something to help, ok?"

Speech done, he fell silent. Then a moment later, Alver's whole face turned red with embarrassment as he realised what he'd just said. "A-And anyway, I wanted to explore this place." He muttered, looking away. "It seemed interesting, and - oh hey I think that's the exit." He pointed gratefully to the now visible dark space inbetween two rectangle boxes a few feet away from them, squinting to see if there was a wall or a turn. "I think there's a turn... What do you think?" he turned back to face her, unsure how to react after what he'd just said and unsure of how she'd react after his speech. "Exit or dead end?"

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Cool, something he could do. Arcee grinned, somewhat devilishly. "Is that a challenge?" He teased, walking forward. "Because I want a pack of tea when I win. Fruit tea."

Arcee hummed as he looked at the card, studying it's features. He recognised that face, somewhat. One of the weirder guards who he never saw experiments as people, but Arcee had heard him talking before, a deep bass that sounded surprisingly pleasant. He didn't know whether he could replicate it since he'd only heard it once, but he might as well try, right?

"Yeah, I think I can do it," He smiled, trying to remember what the man's voice had felt like. Slightly bitter dark chocolate that ran smoothly in a fondue, or a baritone that sounded like a tuba in an orchestra? Then what the guard said caught his ears and Arcee came to a halt. "Wait, GNS-088 is in security?!" His voice sounded surprised, like he didn't believe his ears. "Whoa," he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. No, it was just way too weird. "Yeah, that's just plain weird. I guess - huh? What's that?"

Arcee frowned at the sound, closing his eyes to concentrate better. He tried to decipher it as the guard walked over to the elevator to find it. A person shouting, some kind of loud clanking like metal being clawed at -

The guard cursed, and Arcee heard more than saw a card being tossed his way. Opening his eyes, he fumbled but caught the card with both hands as the guard started yelling about something coming. Someone was trapped in the elevator and something nasty was coming up it, apparently. Arcee felt his stomach drop at the thought of the guard dying. That'd be terrible! What if it was one of those nice people who guarded the place or another experiment? Arcee wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he wasn't fast enough to save them.

"Got it!" Arcee dashed towards the pad, sliding the card in place the moment he got there. There was someone down there, and Arcee didn't want anyone to die if he could help it.

"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

"Hold on," Arcee said, and this time instead of a clear tenor that sounded calming it was a smooth baritone, like dark chocolate flowing down in a slow, sticky stream.

"Voice is of Mikeal Derry, Status: Guard 1432. Access denied. Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

Arcee immediately adjusted his voice, and when he said "I'll be quick." his voice was deeper and rounder, like he'd been about to sing.

"Voice is of Gerald Hulson, Status: Guard 2310. Access accepted."

Arcee grinned, and the power went on.

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This time, when she struck at him, Alver was ready. A barrier of almost translucent white shielded him an instant before her fist landed on his face, but the shockwave from the blow resounding on the shield so close to his face still sent him flying anyway. He landed in a pile of boxes with a crash, although a dark purple shield at his back absorbed most of the damage. Getting up, he heard the Bloody Lady {his new official nickname for her, at least until she told him her name) and great, what was with the gloom? Even though his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he still couldn't see her. Maybe she was hiding in the shadows or something.

Alver wrinkled his nose as she talked. The outside was worse? He didn't understand. People died in the facility. Often gruesomely or other stuff like losing their minds or sense of self, which was still considered death, but still. People still died, and not just the experiments, on an almost daily basis. Why would the outside be worse than the inside?

During the silence, Alver tensed, waiting for another blow. Nervously, he wondered whether he should take out the tranquilliser gun from his back (thank goodness it wasn't harmed by the fall), but he dismissed it when the Bloody Lady spoke again. It sounded like she was near the place he'd pointed at just now, and Alver walked towards her, withdrawing his shields but still ready to create them if he needed to. He was very aware that she might try to injure him, and if she thought he was going without a fight, think again.

"Whatever," he retorted irritatedly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. One thing bothered him, though. What did she mean, I open up too much?

He didn't really get it, but another thing bothered him even more - he had no idea what she was saying when she spoke in that other language. It sounded Nordic, but other than that Alver couldn't really tell, since he'd never even heard it till now. Not that he'd ever say that to her. Alver was pretty sure the Bloody Lady would just speak in her own language all the time if he told her he didn't understand it just to spite him.

Alver didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Especially not when it sounded like she expected him to die sooner or later.

Instead, as he continued to walk with her, Alver felt somewhat apprehensive. Thinking back, he'd been raising his voice. He hadn't exactly meant to do that; he'd been so upset over everything that he'd forgot to lower his volume. It had felt good, but he really shouldn't have done it. What if the guards had heard him?! They'd search the area and that would mean getting caught, aghh. Alver really didn't want to get caught.

And what had GNS-088 want them for anyway? Why them, specifically? Where others coming along too?

Quiet and half occupied in his thoughts, Alver quietly kept in step with the Bloody Lady, stepping over or avoiding anything blocking his path.

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Alver continued to walk as the Bloody Lady stopped behind him. Nothing about him showed that he noticed except for his shoulders and back gaining tension, like he was expecting a blow from the back. What now? he thought irritably, taking his hands out of his pockets. Another body-toss to the wall?

Nope. An object flew towards him, and Alver flinched and raised his shields, thick layers of white surrounding him. It went past him and hit the wall with a metallic clang, and he looked down to see a steel piece of rubble clatter to the floor.

What the hell?!

"Oi! he turned around angrily, this time remembering to keep his voice low. As far as he knew there was no-one around except for the Bloody Lady, and his suspicions were confirmed when she'd gone missing from sight. "What the hell are you -" he caught sight of the Bloody Lady hiding around a corner and whirled to face her with a scowl "-playing at?!"

Something furry flashed by the corner of his eye as he turned, but Alver didn't catch what it was. Maybe it was a stuffed animal or something, who knew what was in the place. He looked back, curious about what he'd glimpsed.

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"Whoa -" Alver staggered backwards a little. He hadn't expected to bump into something - which squeaked, and Alver's gaze focused down on the object like a hawk spying a rabbit, moving a few steps back so that he could see it better or in case it, y'know, exploded or something. Considering that he was inside a crazy death facility, Alver felt that it was pretty reasonable to expect it to explode.

It was a cardboard box. A cardboard box which, as Alver stared at it like he wasn't sure whether to kick it to the stratosphere or just put up a shield and hope for the best, opened to reveal a raccoon with a scarf that covered its lower jaw. Somehow, it looked sheepish, which was weird. Because it was a raccoon. Raccoons weren't suppose to look sheepish.

Alver stared, a mixture of emotions that ranged from am I dreaming to is this a joke to should I run or should I stay crossed his face before finally settling on you have got to be kidding me, what the hell. The Raccoon looked up at him and gave a wave with her claws, somehow giving off an even more sheepish air. Alver stared some more.

Seriously, how was he suppose to react to a humanoid raccoon sneaking up on him in a cardboard box? Who even snuck up on people in cardboard boxes instead of hiding in the shadows or, well, Alver didn't even know anymore. The hell?

Then he noticed the S-shaped eyes that meant that it was possessed by GNS-088 and nearly kicked it across the room with a shield-covered leg before realising that hey, GNS-088 had helped them, maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to punt one of her possessed subjects across the room before hearing what it had to say. Just as quickly as his leg had left the ground, it stilled, and Alver scowled angrily at the rodent as he straightened his knee out of its bent leg kicking pose it had taken.

"Ah, sorry," he said, temporarily embarrassed. He placed the leg back on the ground. "Forgot that you had helped us." Then he caught himself and his eyes narrowed, embarrassment lost in the face of anger - lots of it. "Oi, what're you doing sneaking up on people?" He asked, crossing his arms surlily, ready to put up a shield in case of an attack. He didn't think that he needed to do so since she seemed to need them for something, but who knew? Alver certainly didn't. "How long have you been spying on us? Bloody Lady over there didn't set you up to scare me or anything, right?" he asked, looking suspiciously at the Bloody Lady's direction. He didn't think that GNS-088 and Bloody Lady had worked together, but it was possible! Alright, maybe not, but it never hurt to be sure.

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"Wha-" Alver felt himself being picked up by the scruff of the neck. The boy struggled, but before he could get free the door slammed open with a bang and he squished his eyes shut with a cut-off whimper because owwwww. The lighting was dim, with the only glaring lights being the red exit signs glowing on top of the doors, but after being in pitch darkness it was bright like staring into a stadium. He drew a hand up to shield his eyes, momentarily stunned still.

"Buckle down. Shields up!" Was all Alver heard before the Bloody Lady threw him like a baseball down the corridor.

"Aaaaaahhhh-" Alver yelled in panic and crossed his arms over his head as white surrounded both him and the front of the raccoon as he flew down the corridor like a baseball heading for a homerun. He squinted through his arms and saw two guards gathered together staring at him in astonishment, face turning panicked and hands reaching for their guns as they realised that Alver wasn't going to stop.

Dammit, this is going to hurt. Alver snapped his eyes shut and braced for impact, mentally cursing his thrower. Stupid Bloody Lady!

He slammed into the others like a wrecking ball at full speed, bowling them down to the ground. He himself landed with a grunt, tumbling into a crouch. His shields dissipated to form around his leg as Alver quickly aimed a kick at one of them while he was down, knocking him out before he could do anything like say, reach for his gun to shoot or grab the walkie talkie to call for reinforcements.

Alver didn't want to think what would happen to him if he got attacking guards.

"What the fuck?!" The other guard shot a tranquilizer at him, but it got held in place by a shield of purple as Alver leaped at him, desperately (please please please let this work) swinging his fist into the guards face. The guard moved backwards with a curse and knocked his head against a white barrier that materialised behind his head moments ago, and with a nasty thump he went crosseyed and collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

Heart in his mouth and feeling like he'd just ran a marathon, Alver collapsed to his knees beside the guard, panting for breath. It was more out of shock than any physical weakness, and soon enough he was back on his feet and gingerly checking the unconscious men's pulses, hoping against hope that they weren't dead and cursing the stupid dumb ass Bloody Lady under his breath. Alver really, really didn't want to kill anyone, even if they were the one's keeping him in the facility. There was too much death already, no need to add more to the mix.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt their pulses still beating, soft and steady. The men were just unconscious, not dead. Straightening, Alver dusted his knees off and looked around, finding his side of the area deserted. Thank goodness there weren't any more guards around. Must've been the shutdown.

That wasn't the problem, though. Alver walked angrily over to the lady, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. "You asshole!" he whisper-yelled at her, vibrating with anger and adrenaline so hard that even his hair seemed to be standing on end. "What the hell were you thinking, are you insane?! I'm not a ball, for crud's sake! And there were guards out here, what if they caught us before we caught them?! ever thought about that?!"