Chapter 4
(A/N: Contains especially more cursing than usual.)
They ran along, completely disregarding stealth now, guns at the ready. Jason and Benedict stayed at the back, watching for any possible ambushes or flankers.
Surprisingly, despite the number of dead corpses strewn about, the D-Class encountered no visible difficulties, besides Antonio, who tripped on a pencil. He was fine afterward. Anyway, the lack of resistance really made the D-Class suspicious. Everyone in the facility besides them was probably dead. Site-19 had a lot of other unsavory anomalies that the group hadn't gotten in contact with. This facility contained quite a lot of Euclid's and Keters after all.
The group made their way down a hallway, ripping open any lockers, drawers, and such they could find. Anything that would possibly help them. And some stuff that wouldn't necessarily be useful… Jason and a few D-Class may have looted a Staff Break room of candy at one point…. But that was irrelevant.
Honestly, besides the occasional break room and such, the Entrance Zone was sorta dull. It had a very basic layout, and nothing very interesting. But that, to the D-Class, was pretty good. The area they were in before, Light Containment, was a hellish experience.
Twisting tunnels and hallways, countless dead-ends and hallways, it was a miracle they hadn't been picked off by any Keter when they met a dead-end. Though besides a few unidentifiable ones that they had almost encountered, the Plague Doctor was their only great obstacle.
Walking down a dully lit hallway, Jason touched the wall, which was partially painted in fading orange paint. A string of numbers was printed in black on the wall, but he couldn't care less about it. Honestly, he had no idea what it even meant.
"We found an Intercom room!" From across the Hall, a group of D-Class pointed at a lone metal door in the hall. It was a basic steel one, common in the Foundation. Possessing a blastproof glass window, below, a set of winding stairs could be seen.
"Anyone wanna go in there?" Jason asked the rest of them.
"Well, besides being cornered by Peanut or MTF, we should be fine, right?" A few D-Class nodded.
"And why do you wanna go down there?" Benedict said, cocking his gun at a diverging corridor.
"Umm…. This might seem sorta lame… But, we just want to flex and express our feelings." A few D-Class scratched their heads sheepishly.
Jason looked at Benedict and shrugged. He turned back, speaking:
"Screw it. Go ahead. F*ck this sh*t. I'm not thinking straight. But, if the Peanut is down there, don't blame me."
"Yes!"
"Yeah!"
"Yay."
A D-Class took a sleek black card from his pocket, swiping it. With the green light, most of the D-Boys piled in, leaving a few to guard the surface.
No screaming or yelling occurred, so Jason felt that the Peanut was indeed somewhere else. It both relieved him, and also sort of terrified him. He really didn't want to have his neck snapped.
Really, in his previous life, he was a professional assassin. But when you knew what terrors this world had in store for you, it could shake anyone's heart.
Sitting down, the Useful Pouch materialized in Jason's hands.
Then suddenly, a loud screech echoed throughout the facility as the speakers were all simultaneously turned on.
[Hey B*tches! Sup- Hi~ Nerds~ Losers! L. Sup.]
[The D-Bys are in Entrance Zone! Idiot why did you announce that?! OMG…. F*ck u. Shut up b*tch. They already know because we are in Intercom, which they probably know is in Entrance Zone- Anyway, for all the Science Boys and Girls out there, and any Nine-Tailed F*cks listening. We, the D-Class Personnel, are gonna be out of the Site! Yessir~ Hah. Noobs. Get good.]
[Just saying. Since we are such benevolent idiots, we'll warn you. The Doctor is in Light Containment and the Peanut is in Entrance Zone! Or on the surface. Dunno. Seeya! Also. One last thing~ F*ck you.]
Jason sighed. The D-Class gang was really a cringe bunch. That had quite foul mouths. Actually, he wasn't the one to talk. He himself cursed quite alot. Taking a chance, he dumped the Useful Pouch. Out came a bloody iron mace and what seemed to be a cigarette lighter.
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[Bloody Iron Mace]
[Description: It is a bloody mace. Duh. But, to be more specific, its a medieval weapon used to bash people on the head. The blood on the mace comes from that of a pig. Why? Dunno. Not only is it a good weapon, you can also sell it for a bunch.]
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It was a short thing, with a thick wooden handle and a spiked iron block attached to it. Dried blood stained its iron tips and the thing was heavy.
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[Deluminator]
[Description: Fun stuff. It's really satisfying. Basically, this thing can, with a flick, put out any lights in the surrounding area. Very handy. Looks like a cigarette lighter but you can't light anything….]
It was a silver cigarette lighter, stubby and wide, the lighter was engraved with random carvings and patterns. It was aesthetically pleasing. Still, don't smoke.
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Jason raised the mace, waving it about. Then, he spoke to a few of the D-Class:
"So. Anyone want this? I don't really need a Mace…."
They looked at each other before one of them raised his hand.
Jason handed the blunt weapon to the D-Class, who promptly wiped off some of the blood, staining his orange uniform. He smiled a bit, swinging it about.
"We are done!"
"Hah."
"You guys curse too much…"
"I know."
"So distasteful."
They exited the Intercom room and continued walking. Jason pocketed the deluminator, smiling
under his mask. He remembered it. An item from Harry Potter, this lighter would prove useful.
Meanwhile…..
Kevin Ledger was not sure what to make of the Intercom announcement. He was a Junior Researcher here at the Foundation, and, along with two of his co-workers and a few guards, had found themselves in a Light Containment janitor's closet after the System had issued a Containment Breach Warning.
They had managed to stay alive by hiding in here, but with the announcement, the group feared for their lives. They didn't possess any Lavender, and the Doctor was nearby…. The Foundation personnel also felt quite humiliated that a group of criminals had managed to go all the way to the Entrance Zone with no external help….
But seriously? The toxic group had to rub salt on their wounds? And what was with the copious amount of curse words?
Propping his cold metal gun on his shoulder, Kevin sighed loudly, staring up at the light fixture above, the shattered light bulb dimly illuminating the closet.
"Damn b*tches….."
"God f*ck this."
"F*cking D-Boys…"
Wait a minute…. Why were all his comrades cursing too? Weren't they respectable and professional? Goddamnit….. He was having a horrible day.
Wait….. He himself cursed too.
Ah, f*ck that sh*t.
Kevin sat there, waiting. He was sure to get a demotion for staying down here…..