05-11-2015, 06:34 AM
Piras gripped the front of his shirt anxiously. He felt relieved when Han-jae said he had Milo's armor, but there was still a lump in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to be optimistic like the Specialist who insisted Milo was just elsewhere in the Tower and waiting for Piras. Then the tablet flashed that striking neon green color in front of a suit that looked like a pair of claws wrenched it open like a can of tuna. Piras even saw the two lines of "FFICER" and "IGGS" still visible on the right breast of the chest plate.
All the color drained from Piras' face. The lump in the pit of his stomach moved up into his throat and nearly spilled out his mouth onto the floor. He could only nod frantically at Han-jae's officer before turning on his heels and running as quickly as he could towards the elevators. The Specialist barely made it through the doors before they closed and Piras abused the button for the Contamination Zone. A blast of sterilizer hit them just as the doors opened again. Medical staff ran around in their coats, gloves and masks. Infected soldiers were transported on gurneys fitted with plastic dome lids to keep any of the bloody madness from spreading.
Piras rushed around, holding his belly with both hands to keep his balance, but he couldn't find anything resembling a casualty list. Had the bodies not been named yet? "You shouldn't be down here!" one of the medics scolded the breeder. "You're putting your pregnancy at risk!"
"Is Warrant Officer Milo Briggs here?" Piras asked, completely disregarding the warning. He even grabbed the front of the man's coat. "Milo Briggs, damn it! Is he here?!" The medic made the mistake of casting a nervous glance towards a windowed room. Piras wasted no time running towards it, ignoring the medic's shouts for him to stop. The young breeder slammed both hands against the glass, his eyes landing on the dead body of his soldier at the precise moment a scalpel open his flesh for the autopsy. Piras screamed and beat his fists on the window, startling the medic inside, and catching the attention of everyone else in the area.
All the color drained from Piras' face. The lump in the pit of his stomach moved up into his throat and nearly spilled out his mouth onto the floor. He could only nod frantically at Han-jae's officer before turning on his heels and running as quickly as he could towards the elevators. The Specialist barely made it through the doors before they closed and Piras abused the button for the Contamination Zone. A blast of sterilizer hit them just as the doors opened again. Medical staff ran around in their coats, gloves and masks. Infected soldiers were transported on gurneys fitted with plastic dome lids to keep any of the bloody madness from spreading.
Piras rushed around, holding his belly with both hands to keep his balance, but he couldn't find anything resembling a casualty list. Had the bodies not been named yet? "You shouldn't be down here!" one of the medics scolded the breeder. "You're putting your pregnancy at risk!"
"Is Warrant Officer Milo Briggs here?" Piras asked, completely disregarding the warning. He even grabbed the front of the man's coat. "Milo Briggs, damn it! Is he here?!" The medic made the mistake of casting a nervous glance towards a windowed room. Piras wasted no time running towards it, ignoring the medic's shouts for him to stop. The young breeder slammed both hands against the glass, his eyes landing on the dead body of his soldier at the precise moment a scalpel open his flesh for the autopsy. Piras screamed and beat his fists on the window, startling the medic inside, and catching the attention of everyone else in the area.
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.