"Where are you leading us Reese? We need to get to a computer." Donovan walked in the direction the wiggles had come from. The area looked less damaged, but only slightly. Further down there was a room with soft blue-white light glowing from it. "Reese isn't the security room down this way?"
"Shut the f@#k up...stop going on and on and on about stupid f@#king computers...the only thing up that way is the armory," Reese said, "For you f@#king meatheads of military." Reese stared at Donovan. "And Stewart answered your question we are going to the f#$king ships we had settled in the airport," Reese said.
Anna had thought about moving when the Wiggles showed up, she really had. But she was tired and in pain, and by the time she actually thought about moving they'd all been killed--so much the better. She cast a glance at Stewart, her expression dull as she leaned back against the wall, her head throbbing painfully. "You'll be fine, and you won't hurt anyone." She informed him. "I won't let you--promise."
Jena turned to Stewart and Anna. "Looks, like Reese," she said the name scathingly, "wants us all to go to the ships, Come lets go. either ogf you need help?" She offered her hand to help either up.
"I need more bullets anyway. Lead on oh great and wise leader. There maybe a way to see where these things are. We could figure out the best course." Donovan walked towards the door with the soft light spilling out. Bullets or a computer would be fine right now as his heart beat faster. "Reese I want to put a bullet in you so bad." He did not have to see Reese's face. The man would be a fool not to take the threat seriously.
Reese began walking towards the armory. But was also thinking. "If the Wiggles are here then that must mean the Juicers are here as well," Reese whispered to himself. And if the Juicers were here they would need that one acidic chemical called Carosia. But they needed to confirm if Juicers were here before anything else. * * * Stewart smiled he was feeling a little better now. He liked when he was feeling a little better, where as being full of anxiety and not being able to think straight.
"If the Wiggles are here then that must mean the Juicers are here as well," Reese whispered to himself. "And what the f*** is that supposed to mean?" Vic asked, walking a few paces behind Reese. That a**hole probably thought Vic was too dumb to catch what he said. "We need fancy guns for that s*** or what?"
"You don't know if the juicers are here or not...if we load up on agression if the Juicers are here, they'll attack....they aren't known for being the nicest of the creatures, the most aggressive they will attack whenever, however," Reese said. Reese sighed this was becoming a pain.
"You don't know if the juicers are here or not...if we load up on agression if the Juicers are here, they'll attack....they aren't known for being the nicest of the creatures, the most aggressive they will attack whenever, however," Reese said. "Loadin' up on bullets ain't aggression, man," Vic said. "But if you wanna play it like that, maybe we can play a lil' defense, ya dig; take care of our own. After we hit up the armory, point us to the nearest med lab. Got too many folks limpin' an' bleedin' an' s***, ya feel me."
That blue hue of light suddenly keyed into his head. "That blue hue of light is a med box...that med box can use cellular energy to heal cells...you military men were suppose to use it," Reese said, "I just forgot it was in the armory...the Juicers will taking a load of ammo as aggression, though Juicers don't die by bullets...they die by the chemical Carosia...it's acidic based."
"Is med box is cool. We got people that need it. Is that chemical Caro...Carosha in here?" Donovan waited next to the door. He peered inside. It was the armory all right and looked deserted. There were plenty of chelves running up and down the room behind cages and the door he could see was still locked still had locks on them. "Reese you got a key for this?" Donovan's hearing still wasn't the best but he could feel the vibrations in the wall. Something was here, something strong. "We got company."
"Don't sweat it, I'll get any Juicers." Andrew held his pen out before him and spun it deftly in his fingers like a blade. He dropped it mid swing and bent over, smiling, to pick it up. "Well, I'll help at least." Andrew was beginning to taste the hostility in the air, and he didn't like it. This is going to end badly. He thought. Everyone wanted to go and do something else. Andrew wanted to survive, but he knew that the infighting had to end if that was going to happen. "This place was once my hope for something better, now I have to worry about getting juiced and barfed on." Andrew smiled at the group and put his arm around Lex's shoulder.
Lex laughed. "Wiggles remind me of a starved baby somehow," Lex said, "Yes...don't worry soon we'll have weird micros and things taking over our brains to you see." * * * Reese took out his key ring and walked over to the door. "Carosia wouldn't be in the military's armory we aren't stupid," Reese said. Reese opened the door and saw nothing in there. The blue light gave enough light for them to look in the room. There was nothing in here. "Guess your bad feeling was a tad off," Reese said.
"Don't be so quick to judge Reese" Said Jena coming up behind him, her gun her hand, ready to shoot, "I'm sure even you know that looks can be decieving. Just because you don't see any aliens doesn't mean they aren't there." She turned her back to him and scanned the room, she couldn't see anything either, but she had a feeling that something was there, and long ago she had learned that her instincts were her best weapons. "Donovan, I think you're right, something is hear."
Edgar stuttered nervously not quite getting his words out as Reese man handled him and threw him over to someone only for him to be dragged away. Couldn't the man see that he was limping he wasn't fit to support one he was the one that needed to be supported. He was sorely tempted to swing the piping at Reese's face he'd calculated the survival rates. If he made it out they wouldn't question Reese having been killed by aliens he allowed himself a short smile before Reese ordered him to stand at the front of the group as bait. "Ya...Ya.... Ya know its not my fault. I checked the guages recently there was nothing to suggest this. Something else is responsible. Sabotage?"he said the words nervously with little conviction he wouldn't make eye contact with Reese and he wanted to keep his eyes on the surrondings, rightfully so as three wigglers appeared. He yelped and threw himself on the floor as the sound of several rounds exploded from the military personals guns he looked up at the corpses and then got back up wiping the dirt off his clothes and moving away from the front of the group he wasn't going to stay there he belonged next to his time guard. He heard Donnovans comment about shooting Reese and leant in next to him. "No one would blame you, hell no one would ever know except us." he whispered over the mans left shoulder feeling almost like the man's conscience. The sinister nagging thought at the back of his mind urging him to pull the trigger. Empty a clip into Reese turn him into a physical husk of a man opposed to just an emotionally devoid husk. They approached the armoury and he looked onwards with anticipation as Reese opened the door. He could arm himself, protect himself. Did protecting himself count as making Reese suffer? He would be free of him, of this worthless job, he'd been happier when him and Donnovan were on their own. He didn't like this group. Not one bit. Not one bit at all, it wasn't his fault, he was just the fall guy.
Stewart realized, even for being the quietest member, he noticed the battle in Edgar's eyes. The battle of freeing himself from his running and hiding away. Being someone's scapegoat or being himself. He had had heard Donovan suggestion shooting Donovan. And after that comment Edgar had bent in on Donovan. "Edgar I understand Reese can be hard people...some people he's harder then others, but I have gotten the chance to work with him closely, and maybe the reason he is hard on those people is because he cares or is worried," Stewart said lowly it wasn't a whisper, but wasn't loud enough for those around them to hear, "And if you well some caring or even think that he does little caring then you haven't truly worked close to him and you truly don't understand the situation...and sabotage, who would want to destroy their home here?"
"I have no desire to work closely with the man." His answer was blunt and to the point. Reese made his life a misery and he failed to see Reese's "compasionate" side. "Who said it had to be human" he let the words hang in the air ominously. As far as he was concerned he'd done his job right. Either there was a manufacturer fault he couldn't have predicted or something more sinister had been at work.
"Who said it had to be human," Edgar said. "Real talk, man," Vic said, entering the armory with his infrared gogles on. You can never be too safe. "They was smart enough to corner us in the cafeteria. I ain't gon' fall fo' the same s*** twice, ya dig." After inspecting the entire room, he took off the googles. If there was anything in there, it wasn't warm-blooded. That narrowed it down to just the plant monsters. "I got something special for 'em," he said, going to his locker and inputting the combination. Inside was a shiny new sniper rifle -- an electromagnetic rail gun he'd been holding on to for a few months. After he got demoted a few weeks ago, Reese barred him from using it. It was powerful enough to shoot through most walls three times over and Reese didn't feel comfortable having 'that f***** junkie walking around here with it.' But it was Vic's favorite, so he never returned it like Reese told him to. The only problem was it had a slower rate of fire, the barrel would melt if you didn't give it time to cool off between shots, and it ran on electricity. But it had BADASS MOTHA F**** written on the side in sharpie, so everything would be a'ight. Vic put down his old rifle and picked up the rail gun, along with a duffel bag loaded with ammunition and extra power cells. "Let's do this s***."
M took a look at Vic's new big boy toy and smirked at it. The design was undeniable. And if it worked half as good as it looked, the test subjects would in for a world of hurt. And at the moment, hurt is what they need to feel. "Finally... somethin' to wreck sh*t." He had a rocket launcher on the other side of the building, but since he had no idea if it was still in tact, he wouldn't waste time getting people's hopes up. Instead, the shotgun would have to work a miracle and Vic's rail gun would have to take up much of the slack. In fact, M felt Vic could now lead the way, so he dropped back a step.
Anna stepped into the armory after everyone else, still scanning it for aliens despite people saying it was clear; she had long since learned to only rely on herself in times of danger. She walked over to her locker and put in the combination, wrenching it open--it had always been sticky. Inside is her deployable machine gun. She pulls it out, strapping it over her shoulder and hefting it against her waist. It looks enormous next to her, but she handles it with ease of years of practice. She follows it with all the ammo belts she can carry, with both ammo for the deployable, as well as ammo for her submachine gun--pistol rounds she already has on her. She moves back next to Stewart, standing next to him and glancing at him with a blank expression, watching the room as the others move around, wishing they would get moving already.
"Use the med box people," Reese said. He stared at the box and looked at it's juice bar. "It has enough energy to cure one of our wounds each...so pick your worse wound and use to heal yourself," Reese said. * * * "I wish the box could give me pest control," Stewart said sourly. Stewart stared into the abyss of darkness in the room. Something made the darkness eery and uncomfortable. * * * Lex began to laugh. "That med box is like the greatest you see I created it to cure wounds a cell level...to increase the generation of growth," Lex said. Lex felt a pounding in his chest and he stared at no one. Thi wasn't anxiety he knew that. "Excuse me," he said. Lex left the room, yes left the room. He made sure the darkness swallowed him. He began coughing and coughing. He knew what was wrong, but he wouldn't allow them to see his blood. He was suppose to be strong for them.
"I know I felt the wall shaking." Donovan walked in and looked around. There wasn't anything dangerous that he could see. He punched in the code for his locker then took a key out and unlocked the other lock. Trust was hard to come by these days. He put one of his handguns down and grabbed his favorite revolver. It was a 8 shooter and had enough power to punch through a door. Screw the hearts these alien bastards would be missing there enitire chest with one shot from this. He had all sorts of blades in his locker but did not see a use for them against the aliens. Stealth killing was his specialty and aside from the revolver he had no heavy weaponry. He grabbed a blade for each boot and one to go on his upper arm. They were utility blades and could be used for other tasks. "Reese, where are these chemicals? We need to move now." Donovan walked over to the med box. He used it and his ears were working better. He also noticed improvement in his vision. Must be because Lex had already healed his ears some.
Andrew watched everyone open their lockers and get their weapons. He stood in the middle of the room and imagined that he was carrying every gun known to man, and he smiled at the thought. "I don't own any guns or anything, I'm a scientist. Would anyone mind letting me borrow something?" Andrew looked down at his dirty lab coat and scuffed shoes, he was wearing penny loafers and no socks. This is going to get old, fast. He thought.
Donovan Went back to his open locker and took out a small handgun. Nothing major but something to calm Andrew down. Andrew Looked jittery so he left the safety on. "Here take this. Make sure you pull the trigger when we tell you." He went back to his locker and stuffed extra ammo in his pockets before locking his stuff. He thought about what Edgar had said. No one would know if he shot Reese, and Andrew might be his scapegoat.
