James Ferral's Saferoom and Escape Tunnel (Exit Station)

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Cat let out a sigh of relief, as the room flickered with bright light. It was a saferoom designed for her organization's target, Dr. James Ferral, but it had been in disuse for years. The room had leather and wood paneled walls, soundproofing, leather backed couches, chairs, coffee table, and book shelves, one of which would, as the reports stated, lead to James Ferral's 'SPIRE'. Unfortunately, they could not use the room as an entry point into his labs as the connecting tunnel was a maze which crossed various other tracks connecting to other NEST operated laboratories... it was a pain in the neck. Still, TOOL said that it would be a place they would head to once Wolf Unit got the samples of the S-Virus. It seemed that he had yet to leave his debriefing materials in the room as of yet...save the radio.

Cat walked over however, to the radio equipment which had green blinking lights. She slipped on the nearby headphones and mic, and began dialling in her unit's frequency as she scanned the room for useful supplies... spotting the familiar blue herbs growing out of a planter box. They are new too... TOOL must have realized we'd be dealing with poison and venom... She thought, and reached out, breaking a stalk of the herb away from its root.

"Nine Tailed Fox, breaking radio silence. Sit Rep. Report in Unicorns in the field." She says as she began breaking up the leafy herb. Herbs like these could aid in virus prevention, envenomation, and so much more by one of three methods: oral, applied directly to wounds, or by inhaling them. She was going to grind the herb then eat it since she wouldn't be able to apply it to her wounds around her neck, nor smoke it... which was a method she didn't care for honestly.

"Nine Tailed Fox to Unicorns. Sit Rep. I repeat, Sit Rep and Report in. Over." She says, before chewing the bitter herb...

With her orders issued out, she removed the headphones and leaned back into the leather backed chair. The herbs did their trick it seemed, as she was already feeling much better. She turned to the other stacks growing, and grabbed a handful just in case. "Ugh... shit, the guy saves my life and he gets eaten by fucking S-infected bats. He was cute too! My luck." She sighed, talking to herself upon thinking of Handy and how he was thrown into the wall by that monster. She didn't like that Ferral made most of his monsters able to reproduce... his variant of the Hunter Gamma could upon eating... which was bizarre as hell!

Matt Walker wrote:

Damian Handy wrote:(from here)

Damian half tumbled down the steps, barely managing to keep himself from spilling onto the floor face first. Still, stubborn as Ben said, he got back up and swept the darker hallway with the tac light mounted MP5. "Cat? CAT!" He called out, turning the light on the army of creatures now filling the hall! "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed, noticing the big one was among them now. "CONTACT!" He shouted, before flicking the fun switch and unloading his magazine on everything that wriggled ahead of him!

(from here)

Matt followed Lt. Handy down the stairwell, turning to him and then the army of the legions of hell themselves! "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed in unison with Handy, and as he fired the mp5, he fired his five shot revolver! .357's flew into the crowd of creatures cowering in the light as well as the Lt's 9mm's! "Sarge! Assistance!!" He called out.

The large one growled, and wasn't as fragile as the other creatures, yet that .357 cracking off in the air made it feel weary of its potential power! It hissed and growled, swinging its large hands, catching its younger siblings and threw them at the officers!

"Shit, incoming!" He says, shooting at the one flying for his head, his .357 magnum caused the creature to almost comically stop in mid air, before its trajectory changed and it splattered across the stairwell behind them!

Even with all the sound proofing, she could feel the rumble and power of the magnum shots above. "What the...? Maybe he didn't kick the bucket... shit, gotta get out there then." She sighed, wishing she could have looked through the room a little more... when she spotted a small wooden crate with 'VP70 M Silencer Barrel' on it. Counting her lucky stars, she grabbed the box, and also found a four barrelled COP Derringer, chambered for .357 as the bullets were still within. "Fortune favours the bold... heh. These will come in handy." She pockets the finds, and exits the room swiftly, the sound of loud gunfire and inhuman screams becoming louder...

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