One by one they fell, one by one the soldiers were shredded, torn apart, broken, [i]bitten[/i], pulled apart - all sorts of gruesome deaths in a theatrical performance by Gershwin May. Not even a hale of bullets from a heavy machine gun could bring her down - it did, initially, but she would just get back up and fight through as if nothing happened. She would grunt and fight her way through in an anguished pursuit to cease the pain. She felt if she killed them all... maybe her unending, immortal hell would end...

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Big Boss noted exactly the direction Subject 30 was headed. He grabbed hold of microphone of a nearby staff member - speaking into it to all nearby foot soldiers:

"All units converge in Hallway A. Barricade the entrance, and prepare to fight."