Johnny instinctively fumbled through his bag and fetched yet another device that resembled goggles. Fitting them onto his forehead, he made the necessary adjustments to the three straps that hugged his skull until the goggles fit snugly. With a simple motion, he flipped the lenses over his eyes knowing that he should have had them on since he walked into this morbid slaughterhouse. Pressing an invisible button on the side of one strap, the goggles came online and Johnny's eyes lit up with a blue backlight. Still poised at the open security door only feet away from the epicenter of the voice's origin, he looked at Carson and Ames through the goggles. All was completely black through the lenses except for the bluish outlines of his two squadmates.

"O'Donnel!" Googles still on, he scanned the immediate area rapidly searching for O'Donnel's bluish trace. It wasn't there. Didn't he come back with Ames? Johnny suddenly wasn't sure. "Where the fuck is O'Donnel?"

Wait, what was next to Ames?! A green slowly emerged, then it morphed into a yellow, then an orange. The visual readings were climbing the scale, and fast!

"AMES." Johnny flipped up the goggles to take a naked eye look then immediately slid them back on. "Get down, NOW!" He then ripped his pump action from his back and pointed it just off Ames' right ear. Something was there. Johnny fidgeted with a knob on his goggles to get a higher resolution scan. What was that?