[h2]Orifice Complex, Siberia	Shadow Eternity Commandoes Group B[/h2]
One burst of assault rifle fire disintegrated a sword-wielding green-garbed goon, once again demonstrating the superiority of firearms versus freakish flesh. His gun's barrel still smoking, Sindibad called out to the others.
"These things must be made out of paper! Don't be afraid, keep shooting!"
With practiced precision, the squad butchered the horde of goons. At least a half-dozen bodies lie on the floor in various states of gory disrepair. Sparks flew from the creatures' ruined weaponry. Rimanahson, his hearing already augmented, signed the all-clear. There weren't any more enemies nearby.

Using their brief lull in the action to explore the offices, Sindibad Darude came upon a document. Before pocketing it for later, he read it closely.
[quote= "Telecommunications Report 4/1/2015"]Experimentations with the Subspace Communications Array have been phenomenally successful.

 After some urging from the research director, we have successfully managed to [i]open communications with an Alternate universe![/i]

 It seems that our first contact was with another research facility.

 Though it took quite a bit of finagling with the director and with the superuniversal facility, we have agreed to an exchange of information. One fact from us, for a fact from them.
 
 As it turns out, this superuniversal facility is also designed around bio-organic weaponry, with a significant difference: where we sell our services to provide foreign countries with BOW's, they seem to sell their services to support humanity through eliminating natural BOW's called Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures (ignoring the physical impossibility of mitochondria becoming sentient, of course. We suspect these scientists are poking fun at us.) and changing humans into alternate forms.
 
 Though it's obvious that reproducing these Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures using our facilities and physics would be entirely impossible, we have managed to obtain something that [i]is[/i] useful.
 
 A genetic sequence here, a few special molecular compounds, and a definitive procedure for growing a very specialized human fetus, in exchange for our special process for creating Tyrants. One loss of company secrets in exchange for quite possibly our single most useful anti-BOW unit since the Cleaners: what they call a GOLEM.
 
 With immense physical strength, intelligence at the level of a guard dog from day 1 of growth, and strange new abilities as they mature, the GOLEM is a phenomenally useful creature. Each one is completely immune to all forms of disease and toxic agents (in fact, adult specimens [i]produce[/i] deadly neurotoxins!) and is easily capable of matching any BOW, Critical J'avo included! Unfortunately, GOLEMs seem to be phenomenally weak, as live-fire tests have proven that even handgun munitions are sufficient to destroy them.
 
 Our relations with this superuniversal facility have definitely proven fruitful, though we have made contact with other organizations through multiple alternate universes. What's strange is that, no matter what frequency we use and which universe we direct our messages at, we only ever seem to get research facilities! A full list of frequencies and facilities follows...[/quote]
 
 Sindibad grinned evilly, and quietly stuffed the document in his rucksack. As he lifted the document up, he found a Pawn Keycard! Chuckling to himself, David moved to the center of the complex and radioed in.
 "Found one of those Pawn keycards. Group A, how are you doing?"
 
 Lieutenant Leatherhoff's voice came through on the radio.
 "We have run into a bit of trouble with some airborne BOW's. However, we have found a Pawn keycard as well. We're moving to your position now!"