Basement 2F Corridor

[from here]

Ding~

The lift's doors slide open and out slides HUE, MP5A3 raised at a few wandering virus carriers. Swiftly, he lets the german sub machinegun burst as he snaps his aim to one target to the next with a fluid ease of a well greased and trained operator. It was almost boring, to be honest... but some guy on this floor needed help from the company. "Ben... Bennnnnnnn...." he called out tauntingly. "C'mon man," he paused to dispatch a few more zombie scientists and security staff before continuing. "Where are ya? The entire company can hear ya bawlin' for miles...." he taunts with an irritated sigh, continuing down the hallway. "Sheesh... 'why the company ever decided to give the rejects guns?' is beyond me..." he grumbled. It was customary to give the flunkies some sort of job- those unfit for USS often went into low level security, or they worked the UBCS if they'd like to be drilled by a retired ex communist or a jar head with personal space issues.... they were the worst.

He continued down the hall, listening for Ben Nakano's worried voice...