Ivanova affirmed the stealth tactics. She too was sneaking around the cages where the civilians can throw off the scent. Her combat knife was out. She suggested a two pronged attack as she whispered, "Take one side and I'll take the other. Two on one should make the monsters easy work." The Iranian Captain was also following cue, with his combat knife ready. Once the team was ready, the ambush will be perfect.

Will realized something. He still had blood on his armour from leaping on the Roc. Shit. These things would smell him if he got close. He was better off killing it rather than it alerting all of them as that would mean there would be two left rather than three. "I have blood on me. The smell will attract them. Attacking one." He said as he sneaked up on the one to the left. Staying just out of reach, he jumped forward with his knife, attempting to go on its back and stab it in the head.

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Xavier meanwhile stood at the top of the stairs, watching as the team went for the manitcores, seeing them go for knives to kill the beasts as he mumbled, "Fuck me." He slowly pulled out his machete, the curved blade glistening slightly as he slowly strolled up to the closest one to him, the thing alerted towards his teammates, but not himself. He quickly pounced, taking advantage of the mini ambush by quickly swinging down with both hands towards the things neck, screaming out, "Die you lion-bird shit!"

As Charles lept forward to attack the lone manticore with its back to one of the cages, aiming his knife low as to gut the bastard quickly. To his left he heard Xavier's battle cry, and felt all stealth go out the window, as soon as he saw the man flying through the air from his left he left his knife in the beast and pulled his pistol off his hip aiming at the beasts head just in case. He knife was still stuck in the things side.

The barrage worked! William's ploy slew the manticore instantly. Xavier and Charles worked in tandem, with Charles' knife hitting the manticore in the gut and Xavier decapitating the monster. Both Goliath and Lazar were able to stab the last manticore to its death. Alina and the captain worked in helping the group free the civilians. The Iranian captain was able to gather the civilians back to the drop ship, with Alina coordinating before sticking around with her group. All of a sudden, after the mission was accomplished, knockout gas seeped through the vents. Lights were activated and through a windowed area, the group can see someone with a very toothy and wide smile. He didn't look like any Iranian human at all. An otherworldly wrongness was visible at a close distance. "Look what we have here! Very valuable specimens from ParaCom! I have a surprise for you all, AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" The basement was sealed and the group would be knocked out cold within a minute.

Sometime later, the whole team were shackled. "The terror mission was planned just to lure you all here! Because my operating table has room for one experiment and I feel merciful, I will let you vote among yourselves. Vote and tell me who shall I...dissect! I will defer to any of your choices!" The man was a mad scientist, but not human whatsoever. An ex-human at least. The white room was designed to be maddening for short periods of times and he did not look one bit promising.

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Charles wasn't gonna let that go down, what purpose did he have? Besides Lazar out ranked him, he couldn't let him sacrifice himself for now good reason. " I vote you dissect me," Charles looked to the ground. "Im o-negative... if that matters." Charles hoped he would get another vote so Lazar wouldn't die. Charles reached down and felt that they had left him with his smokes, so he pulled one out and lit it. This could be his last one.

"Two volunteers! WONDERFUL! I will have a hard time deciding between both of you, so I'm going to wait for your friends to vote. I have patience. Plenty at that too. I can wait for minutes, hours, days, until my job comes. I have nothing to lose myself, for now. There's nothing you can all do and I already locked the doors so nobody can come in...or out. Take your time, folks! One of you will contribute to the science by me...Head of Death...or as properly said...KALLEH-E MARG!"

It was, for the first time, a dire situation for the squad. Damned if they did and damned if they didn't. Either way, Head of Death was not very encouraging. His mocking veneer of politeness was contributing to the horror of the room. Alina was silent, defiant at that. She would spit in the direction in the madman's face. "Oh, we have a feisty one here. I'd like that. Still, I'm waiting for the final result. If a tie is indeed reached, I will flip a coin. Head for the first man, tails for the second man! Even if your group sends a rescue mission, I have preparations. This won't be easy."

One moment, Will was jumping on a manticore and slitting it's throat. The next, knock out gas came in. Now, he woke up in a strange room with a madman alongside his squadmates. Wonderful. Just wonderful. He didn't know what was happening, but two of his squadmates were standing, shackled, Lazar saluting and Charles...Wait. "Head for Lazar, tails for Charles?" Then it hit him.

This fuck. This sodding, old, miserable fuck was going to kill one of his squadmates. He was not allowing that. He reached down to his belt, took out his knife, flipped it up and gripped it in his mouth. Bringing up his shackles, he attempted to lock pick his shackle.

Hell if his squadmates were to end this way and not in a blaze of glory.

Xavier's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision burly as he slowly began to stir, trying to stretch out, only to hear a metal clink and his body barely move an inch. Immediately alarmed, he looked over to see himself in shackles causing him to call out mumbling, "What the fuck?" He looked around, seeing his squad mates in shackles as well, listening to the madman with a immediate burning glisten in his eyes. Kill Charles or Lazar huh? Not on his watch. Knowing he didn't have anything that could pick the lock, Xavier sighed, mumbling to himself, "This is going to hurt." He then began to slowly, yet roughly clench his hands together, pulling them down at the shackles contiously, ignoring the peeling to his hands as he mumbled, pulling his hands against the metal cuffs, "I'm going to peel like an apple."

William's and Xavier's attempt to escape both failed. Xavier's hands were too big to slide out. William noticed that the lock could not be picked by the knife as it was a tube lock, which required a drill to destroy.

The mad scientist saw the escape attempts from William and Xavier coming. "Just so you know, the shackles are made of solid steel and the locks are of the tube type! I shall now flip a coin!" Head of Death flipped a coin. The coin landed on heads! "Sorry Mr. O negative, you will not be dissected today. Your friend who offered first shall be the sacrificial lamb!" Head of Death then would throw Lazar onto an operating table. The dissection was quite horrific. First, the madman thrusted his scalpel into the eyes of Lazar in order to take them out, leading to another horrific procedure. Then, via a drill and vacuum tool, the skull was then penetrated to have the brain sucked out into a jar. The other organs followed suit and surprisingly undamaged into the jars.

"Count to four, inhale. Count to four, exhale." Alina was coping with the horror and tried to help others do so too. Every ParaCom squad member was to witness the horrific dissection. It would also be a source of tragedy for all of ParaCom, but Center will make sure this never happens again.

Xavier watched in horror for a moment as Lazar was manipulated, dissected right in front of him for a moment. Immediately he roared, "Don't you fucking touch him you bastard! You undead cocksucker!" Immediately he began pulling his hands at the cuffs, to the point of it bleeding around his wrists yet his hands slid no further then they were, Xavier continuing with, "I'll cut you open! I'll burn you! I'll find what makes you tick and turn it to ash in front of you! I'll fucking kill you!" When he began panting and couldn't move his body anymore, his wrists throbbed as he looked up, knowing he was too late, seeing his teammate already getting drilled as his eyes slowly shed tears, him shouting, "You bastard!" Though he killed many people, Xavier experienced few loses among his team, and none like this.

Will's hand started shaking. He was too late. The combat knife was dropped, the clanging repeating and repeating until semi silence. But, Lazar...The drill...Will shook in his shackles, roaring. "YOU MONSTER SCUMBAG!" He shook his shackles to no avail, but he still shook violently. He didn't care for the drops of water building up in his helmet, even if the HUD was malfunctioning.

He would avenge all three. His sister, his brother and Lazar himself. But for now...He was more concerned by his bindings. He started banging on his armoured legs, but it didn't help. All he could do was shout swears and angry, unintelligible gibberish. He continued struggling as Xavier shouted his protests, he continued swearing incoherent swears. "FUCKING...COCK SUCKER...MONSTER...BASTARD!"

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Charles listened. Unlike the rest he didn't want to cry or scream, he didn't want someone to avenge. He wanted peace, and this was the last way it was gonna happen, crying over Lazar would have been like crying at his own funeral. Charles was tired of death, he was tired of this alone feeling... Alone. He felt the word reverberate trough the cell without him saying anything. His mind made little death clouds in the air from his cigarette smoke, but he couldn't close his eyes.

As the mad scientist retreated into the back room to place the organs, a thumping sound was heard. BANG! The Iranian captain gathered allies to gather a rescue mission. The shackles were smashed open and the operatives were freed. "Hurry before he returns! Gather the remains for a proper burial!" The Iranian troopers made sure Lazar's remains were recovered for a proper treatment. Alina and the captain were running out of the area as well as gathering the rest of the operatives. They were running like the wind.

Suddenly, the Head of Death was armed with a G18 machine pistol, roaring, "NOBODY LEAVES MY LAB ALIVE!" A click was heard and the gun was ready to fire! In his frenzy, he'd attempt to blast everyone with short bursts, but a flashbang interrupted the shooting. If everyone doesn't run quickly, they might be turned to Swiss cheese when Head of Death recovers. Plenty of time for the operatives to escape. They soon will find out that they are trading one ally for another. As they all escaped to the drop ship, they found the Iranian captain. "As a token of Iran's gratitude, they had assigned me to the ParaCom project. My name is Farhad Mehrzad, or call me Bolt if it is too hard to pronounce." Most people were able to get out alive, save for Lazar.

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Charles hesitated, when they came for him. He stood up and walked away, he had no intention of running, or even trying to get out. He walked past a room and saw a blow torch laying on a table and grabbed it. He then heard the roar of the man and walked into the room he was going crazy in, sneaking up behind him as best he could he tried to set him on fire. That's when he ran.

Will ran out the door lightning fast as the thing kept firing. Eventually, they would get revenge. There was something inhuman about the Head of Death, so it had to be a monster. A hybrid? Just a madman? Whatever it was, they'd get revenge. Interrogations. He snapped out of his train of thought, focused on running, running and running. He rolled out of the doorway and into the cover of the adjacent wall, avoiding the hail of bullets from the machine pistol.