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Old 07-23-2007
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"We've got access," Grey spoke nonchalantly. "And now we've got access to the whole floor."

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Good man," Carson replied, taking one of the cards. As he reached for the card reader on the door, gunshots crackled from around the corner, breaking the dead silence in the hospital. Carson's brow folded as he waited for the radio chatter.

Target is neutralized, going to see what the fuck it was," O'Donnell reported.

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Copy," Carson grunted.

Carson sir, it appears it was one of the surgeons; however he was missing chunks of hi…” O'Donnell started, apparently cut off. Carson paused for a moment to listen. No gunshots, no radio chatter. But just when Carson was about to run around the corner, O'Donnell reported in again.

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Carson, you might want to see this. It's not human."

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Negative. We'll ask questions later. Get your asses back to the security station," Carson commanded.

More gunshots resounded from the hallway, staggered by a few seconds each as Ames meandered down the hall, plugging corpses in the head. When he came into sight, still sling his weapon carelessly popping off shots, Carson felt himself filled with rage, about to explode into a full-blown shitfit.

Ames sauntered on over to Grey, snatched a keycard from him, then aimed down the hall, almost nailing a fire extinguisher. Carson sprang at him, grabbing his vest collar with his right hand and pushing on his shoulder with his left. Ames would spin around and slam into the wall of the security center with a tremendous THUMP, where Carson would then proceed to scream in his face.

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Get the FUCK back into formation, you imbecile!" he hollered. "For the duration of this operation, your ass is MINE, and you WILL NOT fuck up! Now STAY, and keep your mouth SHUT."

"I'm heeere," a voice hissed, centimeters away from Ames's right ear. The owner of the voice would then stick it's tongue in Ames's ear. Carson instantly took two steps back, shouldering his MP5, and scanning the ceilings, walls, and even the floor around Ames. There was nothing there. Nothing visible to human eyes, anyway.

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What the fuck was that?!" he yelled.
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