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  They say being deprived of one sense the other senses make up for it. Lacking sight for the brief few moments of pulling themselves together, they all smelled it. A foul bitter smell of rot and decay, faint but it was clear that something was dead.

  “They say Hell is either in complete darkness or flooded with rotting bodies.” Buck said as he looked around with his light. “Why not both? What was our objective again?”

  “Collect vital research notes and equipment.” Reaper said, looking around as well and realize what Buck was getting at.

  The facility was in complete darkness but the flashlights have shown that on the sleek metal floor was papers and folders scattered about. Right now was the lounge area, to the north was the way to the main facility, to the west was researcher dormitories, mess hall and lavatories. To the south was the exit, sealed up until they get the power running again.

  “New mission objective. Turn on the facility power.” Reaper said as he went to the side to report in.

  Reaper: “Reporting in. The team has entered Site U-4. It's current status is without power and clutter on the floor of the lounge area.”

  Command: “Copy that. You're missions is still as follows, collect vital research and serve protection for any researcher you may find, team leader.”

  Reaper: “I'll report in if there is any new development.”

  Command: “Copy that. Good luck.”

  Reaper looked to the others who had spread out looking over everything. He snapped his fingers and got their attention.

  “The facility generator is located next to the main facility entrance in the next room. We turn on the power and our mission will be a walk in the park.” Reaper said.

  All nodded and Minx was closest to the north door. She was about to open it up until a loud bump against the metal started her into jumping back with a yelp of fright. All at once, the team remembered that something wiped out the first team. They all raised their machine guns at the door, their flashlights attached on to the side to shine where the barrel was pointing.

  “Open it, 5625.” Reaper ordered.

  Minx lowered her weapon and cautiously went to open the door. The door swung open just as soon as the handle was turned. Something heavy was leaning on the other side. That something slumped hard onto the floor. And that something seemed to be the source of the rotten stench. Like a tidal wave, it wafted out and over whelmed them. The ventilators could do so much but to some, even that wasn't enough to keep them from upchucking.

  “What the fuck?” Buck growled though a gritty vomit coated mouth, wiping off the vomit that unfortunately filled his ventilator before he had the chance to rip it off.

  “You'll eventually learn to tolerate the stench of death, 2825.” Reaper said as he walked up to what slumped over and he knelt down to examine it. “You'll be filing that damaged equipment report the moment we return to the Grotto.”

  Buck scoffed as he carefully picked up the ruined ventilator with his thumb and finger. They all huddled in, shining their lights to make a spotlight on the object in question. Minx covered her mouth in disgust and tears welled up from a mixture of overwhelming terror and nausea. The rest tried to keep a level head but the more they examined it, the more they wanted to make a tactical retreat. If only that sealed door wasn't an issue.

  Laying before them was a dead agent. They all seen death before, they all even killed before, it's part of their training to survive any means necessary. But what laid there in the doorway was beyond gruesome. Agent armor is tough, it can withstand small arms fire pointblank and nothing can cut it. But there it was. In tatters. Below the shreds were wounds as deep as bone. The face was probably the worst part of it. Nearly just a skull with bits of muscle and skin still hanging on. The jaw, broken open and ajar. And his eyes were gouged out, leaving only empty bloody sockets that had a vacant stare looking to the ceiling above.

  “Judging by the flesh on his nails, he fought as much as he could.” Reaper coughed as he examined closely. “He was still alive when they did this to him. His death wasn't quick or painless.”

  “I guess you got your answer after all, Lox.” Buck said. “Now we know the fate the team leader tried to avoid with self termination. I bet we'll find others like this in the facility.”

  Lox didn't acknowledge him, instead she knelt down with Reaper. Reaper was finished examining and stood up.

  “What sick bastard would do this to him?” Minx whimpered in the corner.

  “Agents are trained to be proficient soldiers. How can they do this to him?” Ketchup asked, the beat of sweat and trembling voice showing that he is trying his hardest to keep calm.

  “We need these lights on to have a better chance on killing what ever hostile individuals are here.” Reaper said as he stepped over the body and walked through the door. “Move him out of the way and follow me.”



  Reaper: “We've discovered a terminated agent. He has been mutilated beyond recognition. Chances are that there are many hostiles. I'll keep reporting in but reports will be far in between as to keep focus on my surroundings.”

  Lox perked up the moment she heard Reaper say those lines, almost word per word of what the last team leader before his untimely death.

  Command: “Copy that. Stay on high alert, team leader.”

  Lug moved the body out of the way. Lox couldn't help but keep on observing the body. Something wasn't sitting right with her. Then it clicked.

  “Bite marks?” She asked in confusion under her breath.

  “Follow, 6469.” Reaper sternly barked the order to grab her attention.

  Lox looked up and around and realized the others were gone. She stood up and lightly jogged a few steps to join the team. What Lox didn't realize was that she left the unlocking device on the floor next to the body.

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Description

  They say being deprived of one sense the other senses make up for it. Lacking sight for the brief few moments of pulling themselves together, they all smelled it. A foul bitter smell of rot and decay, faint but it was clear that something was dead.

  “They say Hell is either in complete darkness or flooded with rotting bodies.” Buck said as he looked around with his light. “Why not both? What was our objective again?”

  “Collect vital research notes and equipment.” Reaper said, looking around as well and realize what Buck was getting at.

  The facility was in complete darkness but the flashlights have shown that on the sleek metal floor was papers and folders scattered about. Right now was the lounge area, to the north was the way to the main facility, to the west was researcher dormitories, mess hall and lavatories. To the south was the exit, sealed up until they get the power running again.

  “New mission objective. Turn on the facility power.” Reaper said as he went to the side to report in.

  Reaper: “Reporting in. The team has entered Site U-4. It's current status is without power and clutter on the floor of the lounge area.”

  Command: “Copy that. You're missions is still as follows, collect vital research and serve protection for any researcher you may find, team leader.”

  Reaper: “I'll report in if there is any new development.”

  Command: “Copy that. Good luck.”

  Reaper looked to the others who had spread out looking over everything. He snapped his fingers and got their attention.

  “The facility generator is located next to the main facility entrance in the next room. We turn on the power and our mission will be a walk in the park.” Reaper said.

  All nodded and Minx was closest to the north door. She was about to open it up until a loud bump against the metal started her into jumping back with a yelp of fright. All at once, the team remembered that something wiped out the first team. They all raised their machine guns at the door, their flashlights attached on to the side to shine where the barrel was pointing.

  “Open it, 5625.” Reaper ordered.

  Minx lowered her weapon and cautiously went to open the door. The door swung open just as soon as the handle was turned. Something heavy was leaning on the other side. That something slumped hard onto the floor. And that something seemed to be the source of the rotten stench. Like a tidal wave, it wafted out and over whelmed them. The ventilators could do so much but to some, even that wasn't enough to keep them from upchucking.

  “What the fuck?” Buck growled though a gritty vomit coated mouth, wiping off the vomit that unfortunately filled his ventilator before he had the chance to rip it off.

  “You'll eventually learn to tolerate the stench of death, 2825.” Reaper said as he walked up to what slumped over and he knelt down to examine it. “You'll be filing that damaged equipment report the moment we return to the Grotto.”

  Buck scoffed as he carefully picked up the ruined ventilator with his thumb and finger. They all huddled in, shining their lights to make a spotlight on the object in question. Minx covered her mouth in disgust and tears welled up from a mixture of overwhelming terror and nausea. The rest tried to keep a level head but the more they examined it, the more they wanted to make a tactical retreat. If only that sealed door wasn't an issue.

  Laying before them was a dead agent. They all seen death before, they all even killed before, it's part of their training to survive any means necessary. But what laid there in the doorway was beyond gruesome. Agent armor is tough, it can withstand small arms fire pointblank and nothing can cut it. But there it was. In tatters. Below the shreds were wounds as deep as bone. The face was probably the worst part of it. Nearly just a skull with bits of muscle and skin still hanging on. The jaw, broken open and ajar. And his eyes were gouged out, leaving only empty bloody sockets that had a vacant stare looking to the ceiling above.

  “Judging by the flesh on his nails, he fought as much as he could.” Reaper coughed as he examined closely. “He was still alive when they did this to him. His death wasn't quick or painless.”

  “I guess you got your answer after all, Lox.” Buck said. “Now we know the fate the team leader tried to avoid with self termination. I bet we'll find others like this in the facility.”

  Lox didn't acknowledge him, instead she knelt down with Reaper. Reaper was finished examining and stood up.

  “What sick bastard would do this to him?” Minx whimpered in the corner.

  “Agents are trained to be proficient soldiers. How can they do this to him?” Ketchup asked, the beat of sweat and trembling voice showing that he is trying his hardest to keep calm.

  “We need these lights on to have a better chance on killing what ever hostile individuals are here.” Reaper said as he stepped over the body and walked through the door. “Move him out of the way and follow me.”



  Reaper: “We've discovered a terminated agent. He has been mutilated beyond recognition. Chances are that there are many hostiles. I'll keep reporting in but reports will be far in between as to keep focus on my surroundings.”

  Lox perked up the moment she heard Reaper say those lines, almost word per word of what the last team leader before his untimely death.

  Command: “Copy that. Stay on high alert, team leader.”

  Lug moved the body out of the way. Lox couldn't help but keep on observing the body. Something wasn't sitting right with her. Then it clicked.

  “Bite marks?” She asked in confusion under her breath.

  “Follow, 6469.” Reaper sternly barked the order to grab her attention.

  Lox looked up and around and realized the others were gone. She stood up and lightly jogged a few steps to join the team. What Lox didn't realize was that she left the unlocking device on the floor next to the body.

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