Turn 7: The Briefing & Departure

[Mr. Death]

Elias simply grunted at Hayek. The man was pissed off as usual. He'd come around sooner or later. He was pissed about this mission, but what mission hadn't he been pissed off about? They'd been together almost too long, through too many missions. This one would be no different. The colonel had a mind set, and he wouldn't reveal anymore than he had, Elias assumed. But that was for a different time. He focused on his current mission.

He sat down on a crate and watched the blizzard rage outside. Jane would be done soon. . .After that, she would be his. How long had it been? Too long, surely. A dark pall overcame him suddenly. It wasn't what he was here for. Something bad was surely to happen. .. Tonight. He would keep Jane safe, he knew that, but what about his own men?

[Cartwright]

"Gunnery Sergeant, you have five seconds to get out of my office before my boot is so far up your ass you'll be shining it for a month. I do not know anymore than what I told you in the hangar and if you want to put me up to a lie detector test, then so be it I'll walk in there with full confidence. The only thing important about that acheological dig is that UAC personnel work there in my eyes. Other than that, I don't ask questions. Don't ask, don't tell. You should learn it." The colonel said.

[Cartwright]

Hayek stormed out of the room and met up with his unit in their quarters. The only man absent was Godchild. Hayek smirked to himself at the notion that one of his Marines was with a egghead. Sergeant Meyen had kept the Marines in order so far and had reprimanded Private Tomala for mentioning their previous mission with the UAC like he always did. They did not need to be in such a stressful position and the private was always causing more trouble.

Hayek rallied the Marines for their first duty, which would be simply patrol. Upon rallying them, he noticed that Strauss was missing from the Rhino Squad members. He shook his head. He was probably doing something related to the technical field. He did not particularly like the man, but he did not care. Lieutenant Sharpton would stay with Morris and the Rhino Squad members would go check out some other areas of the colony.

As they left and began their patrols, they were instantly radioed down to the underground section by Sledge. They traveled down there fast and found the beheaded body of a Union Aerospace technician, his orange jumpsuit covered in his own blood and a puddle had formed around his corpse. He was Jonathan Virginia, the head technician of Underground Maintenance. Another high priority person, it would seem. Why? Why were these people being murdered? They did not know. But the communications came online and the familiar and somewhat despised voice of Corporal Johann Strauss filled the radio waves.

"Lieutenant Sharpton, Lieutenant Morris, this is Corporal Strauss and I have some disturbing news for you. I was viewing the previous security footage and I came to witness a video taken only minutes ago entailing the death of the technician in which you now stand over. He was ambushed by three hooded individuals and beaten until he could no longer put up an effort."

"He was then stabbed multiple times by the culprits and his head was then slowly, yet disturbing hacked off. However, I have some notable information to relay to you if you are interested in knowing."

"Just spit it out, Strauss." Morris said, becoming aggravated at the man.

"Well, it appeared that during the brutal beating, one of the culprits of this rather gruesome murder bit into the technicians' neck. You may find the bite marks on his neck. I have no idea why he did this. It may have been a torture method or a way to make him submit to their will so that they could kill him, but I cannot be sure without the capture on the culprits and an interrogation process undergone. Over."

Morris crouched down and picked up the head. He looked at the man's neck and saw the bite marks.

"Yeah. I see the bite marks, Strauss. Keep monitoring the security footage and we will get back to you unless you have anything else to give us."

"Ja, I have one more piece of information I would like to relay. I have managed to see one of the suspects' faces visibly and have run his face through the personnel list. He is a Marine Security Guard working at the communications station in Marine Command. You may want to approach this individual and interrogate him. Strauss, out."

The Marines nodded, knowing where they would be headed next. Marine Command.

((OOC: Do not post that you arrived in Marine Command. My next situational post will entail what happens while you are in Marine Command and everything. Thank you.))

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[Matt]

((OOC: Number one Mr. death, my character was thinking what i said , he didn't say it outloud. Number two, he wasn't bitching, my character was thinking this mission was strange and not complaining. So get your shit straight before you talk. Thank You.))

Meyen was ready to go get that mother fucker for what he did. He felt bad for the man lying on the floor, lifless. If it was in war he would of said '' It's war, it happens.'' But this wasn't war, it was a murder.

[Cartwright]

"Alright then, let's get some snap to our step Marines! We need to find this private and have a lil' talk with him." Lieutenant Morris said, cocking his weapon.

Sergeant Slidjonovitch nodded his head in agreement and mimiced the actions of the lieutenant. He was ready for whatever was to happen when they reached command and found this man.

"I agree with Lieutenant Morris. We should all move quickly to ensure this Marine that has commited such an atrocious crime does not escape. Quickly, let us move!" Sledge said, then began to move forward with the rest of Rhino.

[Private]

Drabowski wasn't addressed, so he didn't say anything. He moved with the squad. He remembered things from his childhood, with a faraway look in his eye.

[Mr. Death]

((I apologize for misinterpreting that he said it when he actually thought it, Meyen, but I will not apologize for saying he was bitching. My character is human, and he interprets things as he will. Thank You))

What was the rest of the squad doing? Were they okay? What if they had met up with a group of the killers? What if they needed his hel- No no no. He needed to stop thinking about it. A security guard had led him to Jane Nighson's room.

"Thank you" He said in his raspy voice. The security guard gave him an uneasy look. He didn't like his voice anymore than the guard did, but he had to deal with it. It was part of his job.

"I am here to meet with Doctor Nighson. . .Alone." He said to the guard. The guard, although uneasy, folded his arms and shook his head.

"Not possible sir. Doctor Nighson is a high priority figure, and she cannot be left alone. . .Especially with a stranger."

"She gave me permission" Elias answered back

"I'm sorry sir but it's just not possi-"

"It's fine, Christopher. I'm here now. I DID request him in my quarters, besides. . .You'll be here watching over the entrance, correct?" Doctor Jane "Beautiful" Nighson said as she came walking up to them. Well that wasn't really her nickname, but Elias figured it wouldn't hurt if it was.

"Oh. . .Yes ma'am. . .Surely ma'am. Will Tony be staying too?" He asked, nodding to the marine guard behind Jane.

"Of course, Tony is assigned to me, remember?" She said. The guard named Christopher nodded and let the good Doctor punch in her personel security code. The door slid open with a woosh.
"Come in, Corporal" She said, giving him a secret wink behind her glasses.

Elias nodded and stepped in. What was ahead. .. Well. . .Only time would tell.

[Cartwright]

"Raptor to Death, listen up and do not respond. We have found another man dead. Head of the underground maintenance. He was a technician. We believe a Marine in Marine Command is a possible suspect and possibly one of the murderers. We'll radio you when we have him. Over." Lieutenant Sharpton said, hoping the man would hear it.

[Mr. Death]

Elias heard the report. Jane was looking at him from her desk where she was pounding away at a keyboard. Elias unslung his shotgun and set it down in the corner between a dresser and a filing cabinet. It was pretty well hidden in that place anyways, it would be a good place to put it.

Jane's eyes got big as she read an email. It would seem someone had emailed her a report on the newest death. Who could have though? The address was garbled. She sighed.
"This isn't the first time it has happened. . .And it's from the same address. . .If you can call it an address" She said, worry thick in her voice. Elias was curious now. Was the killer, or killers harrassing her? What was she to them? It was something for a different time.
"Are your friends as good as they say they are?" She asked.

Elias nodded, he still wanted to avoid speaking. His voice wasn't exactly a turn on. He cocked his .50 cal revolver and placed it on her nightstand. Things would be taken slow tonight.

"Good. . .I might need .. .Extra protection tonight" She said, still worried. Elias nodded. She gave a small smile at him.
"It's been too long Elias. . . I was worried I might not see you ever again" She said, turning to face him.

They stared at eachother for a long while, until something came over the Radio. . . Static. It was an uneasy static. . .Besides. . .There shouldn't have been static in the first place. . .Was the rest of the squad getting it as well?

[Cartwright]

"Death, you getting static on your communications? Any idea what is happening? Over."

[Mr. Death]

Elias shut his eyes for a moment. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. He picked up his comm and walked over into the corner, trying to keep his voice hidden from Jane.
"Yeah, sir, I am. I thought it was you guys. . .I don't know what the fuck is goign on. . ."

"What's their location? It could be some interference from some equipment, depending on where they are" Jane informed Elias.

"They were heading for Marine Command" Elias replied to her. Worry flooded her face.
"What?" He asked. He was beginning to think it was his voice that bothered her.

"There's nothing close to Marine Command that would do that" She said, fear in her voice.

"Did you copy that sir? There's something else. What ever the fuck it is. ..I've got a feeling it's bad bookoo. . ."

[Cartwright]

"It's probably that Marine we are after. He might be attempting to interfere with our communications'. We'll get him. Over."

[Mr. Death]

"Good luck" He said and set the comm on Jane's desk. He held his hands up, shrugging.
"Nothing to worry about" He said. He'd given up trying to keep her from hearing his gruesome voice, it was too late now. "They're the best. . .They'll keep this place safe"

"Well what about me? They're nowhere near my quarters. . .How can I be assured that they'll keep me safe?" She said in a mischievious voice.

"Well. . .That's what I'm here for Doctor." He replied, smiling.

"And you can keep me safe? As safe as an entire platoon of the best Marines in the galaxy?" She said, grinning.

He shrugged, "Probably not, but who cares?" He said as she came closer to him until they were touching.

"I don't" She said smiling and looking at him, she kissed him on the lips. He shut his eye. It was the greatest feeling he'd felt in too long. Her soft, perfect lips seemed to bring a new life into him. His muscles seemed less tense, his bones seemed less tired. Suddenly the murders were in the past. All of his dead comrades were nothing but a shadow. The current danger of the situation had vanished, and he was here with Doctor Jane Nighson, alone, with eternity on their side.

She slowly slid her lab coat off, and then began to take off his tactical vest, giggling as she struggled with it. Everything was in slow motion for Elias. He didn't mind, he wanted everything to go slowly.

[Matt]

((OOC: WOOT WOOT GET SOME Mr. Death. Hahaha. Yeah i understand what you said earlier, it's all good))

Now they knew where this bastard was, and were on the move to go get him. He wondered if these Marines were the only ones that were doing the murders. What if there were more? And also would they fight back, or stand down and surrender?

[Cartwright]

The Marines entered the Marine Command and looked for the Marine. They found him at the communications' station. Instead of confronting him directly, they requested his commading NCO get him. As he walked up to the young private and informed him that the Hell Hounds wanted him, he pushed the sergeant out of the way and pulled out his blaster, aiming it at Lieutenant Morris, then at Lieutenant Sharpton. All weapons were aimed at him. He turned and noticed another Marine nearby. He pushed him in front of him and ran.

Shadow was the first one to respond, chasing after him. The other Marines followed suite. The Marine ran out of Marine Command and down one of the many corridors, Shadow hot on his trail.

"The suspect is on the run! Spread out and box him in, Marines!" Lieutenant Sharpton yelled, running down the hallway.

The Marines split up, they would need to find this Marine fast.

Meanwhile...

Godchild laid in a nearby bed with Doctor Nighson. He was pumping into her slowly and she would emit a low moan when the pleasure was maximised. She continued to release these moans and groans of pleasure until suddenly, the doorway opened. Before Godchild could respond, he was knocked out. His unconscious form laying next to her. Nighson was dragged out of the room, with only a few garments lazily thrown onto her. The guards were both dead. Pools of blood surrounding them. Would Godchild wake up, was the question at hand.

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