"Open," announced Grey.
Lane nodded back to Grey, then reached for the door handle. Grey would be able to keep him covered from there. Anything that might just so happen to be waiting on the other side of that door would be getting a face full of twelve gauge in short odor. As Lane started to pull the door open, he felt a sort of pressure from the other side. It was extremely light, but nonetheless noticeably present.
"There's something there," Lane announced. "Grey, keep it covered!"
Pulling ever so slowly, Lane cracked open the door a little further, allowing the lovely aroma of hundreds of decaying corpses to billow outwards into Grey's personal space. It was enough to gag a maggot, and they would all be heading into it in a minute. Lane hadn't gotten a whiff, yet, nor the rest of the team for that matter. As he continued to open the door, a two-foot long, roundish mass of ownerless human flesh flopped onto the pavement from it's previous resting place against the inside of the door.
And with the door now fully open, it was the rest of the team's turn to get a whiff of what had been brewing in the sealed structure. Lane winced and instinctively brought his left hand from the doorknob to his face, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"****,' he muttered just under the threshold limit on his radio mic. "On me!"
Shouldering his MP5, he stepped over the hunk of fetid carcass, and started on his trip down the staircase into the building. There was no sign of the body that the chunk belonged to, only a slick coating of blood that covered the entire stair well, the better half of the inside of the door, and parts of the walls, and smaller chunks of internal organs, mostly intestines. Even the ceiling had spatter on it here and there.
At least it was well lit.
Moving slowly so as not to slip on the stairs, Lane made his way to the bottom of the stairs. The door that would normally be there had been ripped off of it's hinges, and now laid dented and useless on the floor. The long hallway that stretched before them looked only slightly more promising than the stairwell. Blood still graced the floor and walls, but mostly in the form of puddles and splattering, as opposed to the waterfall they had trudged through on their way down.
Their first objective was to find the security center, stop the closed circuit recording process, and recover all recorded material. The security center would be just down the hall and to the left. Lane was pretty sure he could see it from his current position. Moving with the utmost caution, Lane made his way to the door.
“Form up!” he ordered as he reached it. It was a magnetically sealed sliding door with a card reader just to the right. "Grey, see if you can get this thing open."
Just then, something shuffled across the intersection between the two hallways, Lane having noticed the movement in his peripheral vision. He instantly raised his MP5 to cover the hallway, his heart now pounding heavily in his chest.
"Element spotted, might be our target. O'Donnell, take point and figure out what the fuck that was. Ames, keep him covered. Grey and I will will stay on the lock," Carson commanded.  |