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[h3]Brewing Storm[/h3][/center]

A thin line was the running description of Luke's mouth as they made their way through Chemical Processing. The only sounds they heard now were their own footsteps, tapping out a staccato rhythm upon the tile floor. Scanning the chamber twice, thrice over, he couldn't shake a sense of discomfort carving a hole in the pit of his gut.

[color=fff79a][i]I can't even hear their screams anymore—
This is like what I always heard about shark attacks on Animal Planet.[/i][/color]

It was always the deafening silence that came right before. When the Ocean goes still, something big is about to happen.

[b]"I can't hear any more screams."[/b] he reported in a low voice to the team behind him, slowing pace by a half-step.[b] "Maybe they were a trap, some sort of mimickry to lure us in?"[/b]

He should have considered that, considering what they'd been fighting recently. Stupid...

[b]"Or maybe..."[/b] he gulped down a stone hadn't realized he'd been swallowing. [b]"Maybe they're all—"[/b]

[i][H1]CLANG![/H1]


[color=fff200]What the [b]heck[/b] was that?![/color][/i]

...

[b]"Thaaaaaaaaaaaat didn't sound good. Jack, should we mess with it?"[/b] he asked, now completely stopped and warily staring down the drum that had been the source of the noise.

Because if it was his choice, the answer would probably be an emphatic [i]Never[/i], unless there were somehow people [i]in[/i] there.