Turn 7: The Briefing & Departure

[Mr. Death]

Elias came to groggily, moments after Nighson was taken. He put his pants on quickly, took his revolver, and sprinted out. He could tell which way they had gone because the struggle had gone through the pool of blood and led down a corridor. He sprinted that way, revolver in hand.

"Jane! Jane I'm coming!" He shouted as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud because of his neck injury from the last mission. He was sprinting down the hall at an alarming rate now. He needed to find her. The blood went around another corner. He barely had time to turn, slipped on the slick blood, although it was a little amount, and fell. He scrambled back to his feet quickly and continued to spritn down the hall. He had no boots on, only his pants, and his revolver, and the savage instinct to hunt down her kidnapper.

[Cartwright]

Before Godchild could do anything more, he was punched in the face and knocked on his back once again. The world around him was spinning. His mind was now on the throbbing pain in his head. He could not think of anything else.

Meanwhile, the Marines chased down their culprit until he was cornered. He fired several rounds at Hayek and Sharpton, who narrowly avoided. He threw done his weapon, attempting to run. Hayek ran up and tackled him. He then flipped the man around and punched him in the face and slammed his upperback into the metallic floor. The man was incapicitated. He grinned to himself, then arose.

"He's down for the count."

Lieutenant Morris nodded and then flipped to Mr. Death's radio channel. He spoke into his communicator.

"Yo, Death... what's the situation over there?" Lieutenant Morris inquired.

No answer. Something was wrong and he knew it.

"Meyen, Hoot, and Rhodes, haul ass over to Mr. Death. Somethin' might have gone wrong." The man said.

The Marines nodded and ran off in the direction of the head science team member's personal quarters. They arrived and found the dead Marines. This was bad. They primed their weapons and moved out. They found Godchild on the ground, seemingly out of it.

"We need a medic down here. We have two KIA Marines and Death is wounded. Doctor Nighson is MIA. We are gonna look for her." Meyen announced, then motioned for the Marines to follow him.

They ran down the passageways and soon found the culprits running as fast as they could, Nighson in a fireman's carry around the tallest one. One of the suspects turned around and fired his blaster. He was taken down by Rhodes. Then another turned with an ancient GP Machine Gun. He opened fire and the Marines took cover, hugging the walls. He kept firing until they were through a doorway. The door closed and locked. The Marines approached it and attempted to open it. No dice.

"We have a locked door here. Think you guys can open it? Over."

"Negative. Only Krause could open it and Perez is not skilled enough. She can only repair armor. Over." Sharpton said.

Meyen sighed and before he could say much else, the voice of Strauss came over the communications.

"Corporal, I believe I may be able to unlock the door from my current location. It will take me quite some time to connect a wireless uplink and locate the code. Give me some time and when I have succeeded I shall inform you as promptly as I possibly can. Strauss, out."

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[Mr. Death]

Godchild sat up, dizzy. Where was he? Why did his head hurt? Where was everyo- JANE! He slowly got up, gettings his bearings, and then began to stumble down the hall. The gunfire had woken him up. He saw Hoot and Meyen there.

"Hoot. . .Meyen. . " He said groggily
"Doctor Nighson. . .They took her" He said. His head was beginning to hurt a little less. He needed to do something quick. Who knew what they'd do to her. . .

[Matt]

"Yes we know Corporal, they took her behind that door, and it is locked. Strauss is currently attempting to unlock it. Just stay cool and dont lose your bearings, looks like you got hit pretty hard." Meyen said.

[Mr. Death]

"They've got. . .Super strength. . .It's. . .Incredible. .. "He said, shaking his head to clear it from the grogginess.

"Get a bomb . . .Or something. . .Get that fucking door open. . ." He said, his head was fine now. He stood up. He stood there in his pants only, revolver in hand. It was time to take the eyepatch off. . .This was serious shit. He took it off and tucked it in his side pocket. He checked how much extra ammo he had. Enough.

[Matt]

"Here's your shotgun, found it in the room you were in." Meyen said while handing him his shotgun.

Meyen clicked on his COMM. "Strauss, how's that door coming along, hurry up or there is going to be no door." Meyen said.

[Mr. Death]

Elias slung it around his neck and shoulder. He probably wouldn't use it. The revolver would be sufficient. Besides, the shotgun didn't have as much ammo. He'd have to manage with what he had. As soon as that door opened, he'd be in there, and he'd save Jane. He had to.

[Cartwright]

"Do not rush me, corporal. I am moving as fast as technology will allow me and if you do not allow a man of my expertise to work in a quiet environment it will take me longer to get the door to open." Strauss said, droning on as usual.

"Strauss, this is Morris, get the door open before I shove my boot up your ass." Lieutenant Morris said.

Strauss nodded to himself, though no one could see it. He heard a beep and was thoroughly satisfied.

"It is done. The door has been unlocked and you are now allowed access. You may thank me later. Strauss, out."

[Mr. Death]

Elias sprinted through. He halted as soon as he was through. Which way had they gone? He'd have to wait for the others. Where the hell had they gone!? He didn't have time to waste. . .He only wished the other's shared his senese of urgency. . .

[Matt]

"Wait the fuck up Corporal, i'm coming up behind you." Meyen yelled so hopefully he could hear him.

[Mr. Death]

Elias skidded to a halt. He'd need the others' help anyways. As much as he didn't want to admit it, they'd prove useful in tracking them. With revolver in his hand he waited.

"Hurry up. . ." He said. This wasn't the Elias Godchild that the Hell Hounds knew. This wasn't the medic that had helped them through so many missions. This was a savage, a berserker whose thirst for blood could not be slaked.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot checked the corners, after he was ready he yelled a short and concise "Clear". After that he caught up with Elias "We may have got the Doc if Princess would shut the hell up and do her job" Hoot was sure not to talk through the comm as well.

((OOC: Yeah Death, I would act like that too if I was cock-blocked by guys with retard inhuman strength))

[Mr. Death]

Elias looked. There were two corridors to choose from. He pointed down the left one
"Meyen, Rhodes, you take the left. Hoot. . .You and I are taking right." He said. He wasn't the highest ranking marine there, but he didn't care, this was his problem, he would fix it. He didn't wait for arguments or questions, he sprinted down the right corridor, not even waiting for Hoot.

[Cartwright]

"I heard that, Private First Class Schmidt." Strauss said over the communications'.

Hoot raised his eyebrow and spoke into his microphone.

"What're you, psychic?"

The reply of Strauss was quick and prompt. His voice that seemed to taunt and annoyed Hoot's ears came back just as thoroughly annoying as usual.

"Nein. Corporal Rhodes had his communicator on and did not realise it."

[Mr. Death]

His jaw hurt. His face hurt. His head hurt. What the hell was it? He felt like a miniature bus just crashed into his face. He couldn't let it get to him though. A doorway. Bingo.

The door opened. Empty. What was he looking for anyways? A man carrying a woman would be slow. . .Wouldn't he? Then again . ..If he can hit that hard, perhaps he can run faster than normal too. . .