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Saints in Cyberspace	By : DarkWolves Category: +S through Z > Saints Row Views: 20670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Biohazard: K-Virus

Hey...wake up...wake up...WAKE UP!
A blunt knock to the head roused her from her sleep, waking up she saw Viola sitting across from her. Brianna glanced around to find herself sitting in the belly of a military transport, her and Viola dressed in Special Forces uniforms taken straight from the latest Siren of Valour video game.
“Wake up” Viola said. “The briefings about to start”
Brianna looked across the interior of the dropship to the high definition screen mounted at the end of the troop bay. The insignia of Blacklight Security Forces, a shield with two crossed swords, rotated across the screen, beneath glowed the company’s maxim, Once you go Blacklight, you’re not coming back. The screen resolved into the view of a figure dressed in a black suit, his face concealed beneath a film of shadow. The Company Director.
“Hello Lieutenant” the man’s voice synthesised into a cold metallic parody of the real thing. “We have a situation deemed to be of the highest priority” Brianna felt the transport tip and move beneath their feet as he spoke. “You are currently en-route to Mongoose Bay, the site of a classified Blacklight testing facility located beneath the city”
A holographic, display appeared between them detailing information about the city and the surrounding wetlands.
“Seven hours ago all contact with the facility was lost. Three hours later the communications blackout extended to the entire city and a state of emergency was declared. A reconnaissance team was dispatched to investigate; they have failed to report back and are assumed lost. Company forces have established a secure perimeter around the city to contain the situation; while we cannot ascertain the reason for the disturbance we must assume the worst. Your objective is to insert within the perimeter and extract a tier one asset, codenamed ‘Tea Cup’”
“And what exactly is ‘Tea Cup’?” Brianna asked.
“That information is classified” the Director flatly replied. “The Blacklight facility is located underneath an estate at the edge of the city suburbs; we believe the target is located in a saferoom in the centre of the main house. Without additional intelligence on the current situation we cannot risk announcing Tea Cup as your objective, therefore you are to land short and approach discretely on foot. Current status of the civilian population is unknown. If contact is made en-route to the objective challenge for identification and intentions, if this cannot be established assume hostility and incapacitate as necessary. I remind you that the objective remains a Tier One asset, the loss of which to the company would be absolute. The objective must clear the perimeter before 0600 local tomorrow” a cold hand reached across to the control panel. “We will be in touch, Lieutenant”
The briefing ended with the return of the emblem of the two crossed swords.
The Dropship idled above the deserted city streets, the aft hatch opening to allow the two operatives to rappel down. Brianna and Viola struck the ground with practiced elegance. The rappel lines were released and the transport swiftly retreated back towards the perimeter of the city.
“Funny how the flyboys always seem to be heading away from the fight while we’re stuck going towards it” Viola said.
“That’s the fun part” Brianna said. “Come on, I want to get out of this place before we get a computer virus” the two operatives began their trek into the city.

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“Let me ask you something” Brianna broke the silence.
“Do you have to?” Viola quipped.
“This Sim, it’s based off of people Kinzie knows, our guys. Why do we never say anything?”
“These aren’t the same people we know, they’re computer programmes based on their appearance. They might as well be strangers to us” Viola explained.
“But shouldn’t we at least say something?” Brianna asked.
“What’s the point?” Viola questioned. “At best you might get some weird looks, at worst your head may explode”
“Lovely” Brianna said.
The two operatives continued to walk through the streets until Viola dared to break the looming tension once again. “It’s too quiet”
“Cliché much?” Brianna remarked.
“Listen” Viola stopped in her step, listening to the slow breeze whisking past them. “Shouldn’t civil unrest be louder?” Viola asked. “There are no painted slogans, no banners, and no insignias”
“What are you on about? Look at this place, it’s completely trashed” Brianna gestured with open arms at the destruction strewn across the street, the burning cars and the shattered shop fronts.
“But where are the bodies” Viola noted the distinct lack of bodies or even blood of the people to suffer through whatever had befallen the city.
“You know what I think you’re getting a little over-”
A movement out of the corner of their eyes forced both of them both to alert, raising their assault rifles to face whatever dared emerge from the shadows. A form moved in the darkness.
“Friend or foe!” Viola challenged with booming voice and drawn weapon. No response. Viola tried again with greater forcefulness in her voice. “Friend or-”
“Hey, shithead!” Brianna stepped forward and fired her assault rifle into the air, enough to get the buggers attention.
“What the hell are-” Viola began to protest, the creature burst from the shadows, charging forward with bared teeth and a howling screech which drowned out her chastisement.
Brianna was the first to bring her weapon to bear, firing a single burst into the centre of her assailant’s chest. Despite a hit which would have stopped anyone the attacker continued unabated. Brianna fired again, another burst of fire was absorbed by the mass without a hindrance. The attacker threw himself at Brianna with his full weight, throwing her to the ground and casting her weapon beyond her reach. The rabid attacker snapped at her with gnawing teeth as Brianna fought to throw him off of her. Brianna reached up to punch the attacker across the jaw, the impact loosened his grip sufficiently to allow her to reach for the combat knife tied to her belt.
Brianna jammed the blade of her knife into the side of her attackers head, eliciting a low gurgle and soft rumble as the life drained from his body. The lifeless corpse fell limp atop Brianna, forcing her to roll the body off of her as she scrambled for her weapon. Brianna brought her assault rifle to bear should he dare to attack her again.
“Funny thing” Viola spoke up, having watched the unfolding proceedings she now loomed over her companion with a wry smile. “I was under the impression this was to be a covert operation”
“That was self-defence” Brianna agreed as she pulled herself to her feet. “You saw that crazy bastard, he came straight at me!”
Brianna cautiously stepped forward, from a distance the man appeared normal, apart from the combat knife buried in the side of his skull. As she drew closer she could see the array of cuts and scar which marked the length of his forearm. Brianna reached over to yank the blade free with a spurt of blood pooling beneath his head. As she moved to the side Brianna noticed the distinctive pattern of bite marks which covered his neck.
“Looks like he was attacked by some kind of animal” Viola said.
“Or he’s into some serious kink” Brianna pulled herself back to her feet. “Come on, we’re getting close to the estate”

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The high bars of the perimeter fence cast a deadly shadow across the ground. From the outside the estate appeared empty, long since abandoned by its overlords at the first hint of danger.
“So just remind me” Brianna said. “We’ve got to go in there to find something when we don’t know what it is, where it is, how we plan to move it or what it’s for”
“Sounds about right” Viola said.
Viola stepped forward to find the main gate thrown ajar, no sign or mark of what may have forced it open. Viola and Brianna stepped into the grounds of the estate; opening the door they were greeted into the lavish hall covered by a thin layer of dust and dirt.
“So where’s the target?” Brianna asked.
“Intelligence indicates ‘Tea Cup’ is located in a safe room on the deepest part of the estate” Viola said.
“So, let’s start poking around until we find it” Brianna charged forward up the grand staircase. “Better than just standing around-”
The crunch of creaking floor boards resounded through the building, drawing ever closer with every moment. Looking up to the peak of the staircase they saw the slow, lumbering form of a security robot emerging into view.
TARGET IDENTIFIED
“What the fuck is that?” Brianna barked.
TARGET DESIGNATED HOSTILE
The Minigun mounted to the robots right arm began rotating in anticipation.
ENGAGING
Brianna knew the situation had rapidly deteriorating. “Shit, shit, shit!”
Brianna ran down the staircase back towards Viola, the growing whirr of the robots primary weapon only driving her feet to greater levels of athletic performance unseen without the use of banned substances. The weapon discharged just as the two of them rounded the end of the of the staircase into an adjoining corridor, the up wash of splintered wood and masonry following quickly in their wake as they ran down the corridor to what they hoped would be safety.
“Why does a place this old even have security robots?” Brianna yelled over the approaching roar of the attacker at her heels.
“It’s all part of the deception” Viola said. “From the outside people just assume some old codger lives here and have no idea it’s actually a high security facility”
“Fantast-” the gunfire stopped. Brianna glanced back over her shoulder and saw the Mech bringing its secondary rocket launcher to bear. “Fuck!”
The rocket erupted from the robots arm in a flurry of smoke and displaced dust as it propelled itself towards its target.
Brianna and Viola charged towards the T-junction at the end of the corridor. Breaking left and right respectively the missile finally caught up with them, striking the wall in an explosion of shattered masonry. Out of the lingering cloud of dust and smoke came a single voice. “Viola, are you dead yet?”
Viola was already on her feet, back pressed against the wall as she peered around the corner to watch as the Mech drew closer. “I resent the implication of the ‘yet’ in that sentence”
Brianna pulled herself shakily to her feet, grasping her weapon in her hands, standing to the side. “So what do we do now?”
“Behind you!” Viola said. Brianna snapped around with weapon drawn in anticipation of another security robot coming up behind.
“What?” Brianna asked as she searched for the threatening target.
“The junction box” Viola pointed to the exposed box jutting from the wall. “Use it to stop the robot”
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that?”
“The robots control software is maintained in a central mainframe to prevent sabotage and espionage. If we can sever the wireless connection it will revert to its onboard subroutine and shut down until it receives a command override”
“Is that even true?”
“Have you got a better idea?” Viola asked with ever growing impatience.
Refusing to give her the satisfaction of an answer Brianna chose to act. Taking her weapon in hand she smashed the lock with the butt of her rifle, clawing her gloved fingers between the bent pieces of metal she prised it open with a jerk. Having finally forced the cabinet open she found herself confronted by an elaborate array of wires, connections and electrical components she couldn’t even begin to fathom the meaning of. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
Violas response was accompanied by the growing rumble of the approaching guard robot. “You figure it out”
Brianna begrudgingly set to work, attempting to make sense of the seemingly endless collection of connections and wires as the sound of the guard robot grew louder with each approaching step. Giving up on the idea rather quickly she decided on a different tactic. Reaching to her belt she pulled a grenade, priming it she stuffed the device inside the junction box and slammed the door closed. “Fire in the hole!” was her only warning before the device detonated in a shower of smoke and broken metal fragments.
“What the hell are you doing-” Violas stark objection was muffled by the final crash of the robots foot against the floor as it moved into range of the junction. Its Minigun whirred to life, preparing to unleash hell at a range from which there was no escape. But just as the weapon was about to fire the robot suddenly lost all energy, slumping forwards with a mournful groan. Viola kept her weapon raised, unwilling to accept such fortuitous circumstance.
“There” Brianna clapped her hands together in triumph. “Sorted”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Viola asked.
“It worked didn’t it” Brianna clasped her gun in her hand, gesturing further down the corridor. “Come on, we’re nearly there”
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Brianna and Viola approached the large metal door lingering coldly at the end of the corridor; they hazarded a guess that this room held their target. Inspection for any panel or sign of access they found the entire surface unremarkable.
“How are we supposed to open it?” Viola asked.
Brianna stepped forward and banged her fist against the face of the door with a resounding bang.
“Password” a computerised voice requested from the walls.
“We’re from the company” Viola said.
“Access denied” the computerised voice replied.
“We have Director level authorisation. Code Black” Viola persisted.
“Access denied” the computer repeated.
“Let us in you idiot!” Brianna interjected.
“Access granted” the bulkhead door opened seemingly of its own accord, a gentle hiss emanating from within the room as the environment vented. Viola and Brianna stepped through the seam with weapons raised. Inside they found a darkened room, illuminated by the bank of computer screens at the far side attended by a hunched figure typing franticly at the controls.
“No, no, no why are you shutting down” the woman asked through quivering lips. The woman glanced back to address the trespassers. “Who are you?”
Viola and Brianna lowered their weapons. “We’re here to secure a Tier One asset”
She turned around to face them. “You mean they sent you two idiots to get me?” Kinzie said.
“Wait, you’re ‘Tea Cup’?” Brianna said.
“It doesn’t matter” Kinzie ignored Brianna’s question. “The entire system is shutting down; we’re losing power across the whole estate”
“Yeah” Brianna trailed off. “That may be something to do with that junction box I blew up-”
“What!” Kinzie snapped around, rising from her seat to face Brianna directly. “You fecking idiots, why would you do that?”
“Your robot attacked us” Brianna protested.
“Of course it did you total arseholes” Kinzie fell back down into her seat with an up throw of exasperated arms. “They were there to guard me” Kinzie clasped her nose between her fingers. “Without the security system there’s nothing left to hold back the infected” Kinzie reached over to strike a key on her keyboard, the image on the screen resolving into a CCTV view of the front gate where they had entered the estate. Through the breach in security marched creatures similar to the one they had met in the city, shambling into the grounds of the estate. “Now thanks to you two they will overrun this place within the hour”
“Well that’s just fucking great” Brianna felt her frustration reach its final limit, lashing out she was quick to put her fist through a random computer screen. “So can we get out?”
“More importantly can they get in?” Viola clarified.
“No, this room is secure. It maintains its own power, water and air supply” Kinzie turned back to Brianna. “But now that you idiots have shut off the security systems we can’t leave without being mauled by zombies”
“Fantastic” Brianna said. “I didn’t sign up to get torn limb from limb by some crazy fuckers, not at work anyway”
“Why do they want you?” Viola dared to ask.
“Don’t ask that. No doubt it’s an ‘I would tell you but then I have to shoot you deals’” Brianna laughed.
“No, sod that” Viola snapped. “We risked our lives getting here, now I want to know why they want you out of here so badly”
Kinzie pondered the request. “Very well, however you must realise that once I tell you the truth then you cannot forget it”
“Oh don’t start pulling that shit” Brianna said. “Just tell us already”
“As you wish” Kinzie turned back to access her computer, typing through layer upon layer of security she finally reached a folder marked with the company insignia carrying a warning of ‘TIER ONE CLASSIFIED’ information within. “The truth is, the K-Virus”
Kinzie opened the folder, an endless stream of data and reports streamed across the screen, finally culminating in a single chain of complex molecules Brianna couldn’t be arsed to understand.
“The K-virus is a biological weapon. It stimulates a signal from limbic lode via the nervous system to the pelvic region to cause dilation of the blood vessels. This is accompanied by a release of norepinephrine and dopamine neurotransmitters to stimulate the brains pleasure centres. The chemical may be distilled in liquid or gas form. Infection is transmitted through ingestion or contact with an infected subject. Symptoms generally manifest within minutes of infection and can include loss of higher brain functions, extreme paranoia, tendency towards excessive behaviour to the point of exclusion of all other thoughts, am I boring you yet?”
“So what you’re saying is that you were tasked with creating a weapon capable of stimulating the brains pleasure centre to the extent that the target is not only incapable of co-ordinated resistance but will also seek out and transmit said infection to other subjects, ensuring an exponential infection rate over time throughout the target area”
“I’m glad you understood I couldn’t get a bloody word” Brianna admitted.
“Essentially she has developed a weaponised aphrodisiac” Viola explained.
“So all those people out there were trying to fuck us?” Brianna asked.
“In a sense, yes” Kinzie replied coldly.
“What the fuck goes through your head that you would make something like this?” Brianna said.
“Science has no boundaries” Kinzie replied. “We see an avenue of research and we pursue it, no matter the consequences”
“Well right now I’m thinking we just walk outside and leave you to your ‘consequences’” Brianna argued.
“It doesn’t matter” Viola interjected. “If you’re the Tier One asset then we’ve got to get you out before daybreak. Pack your bags, we’re leaving”
“I’m not going” Kinzie snapped sharply.
Brianna said. “Look Princess, we don’t have time for this shit. If you’ve got some new lab experiment you’re working on-”
“No” Kinzie repeated more forcefully. “I’m not leaving without Oleg”
“What the hell is Oleg?” Viola asked.
“That would be I” a voice emanated from the shadows. A figure emerged from the darkness, a fresh scar carved across the length of their face.
“He’s infected!” Viola snapped, drawing her pistol from pure instinct. She took aim-
“No!” Kinzie cried out, throwing herself between Oleg and Viola.
“Out of the way” Viola ordered, her weapon unwavering. “We don’t have time for this”
“The scratch happened hours ago” Kinzie was quick to jump to his defence. “He was in the lab with me when I dropped one of the vials near the test subject. The subject broke his restraints and attacked me, Oleg stepped between us. He protected me. The infection only takes a few seconds to take effect, Oleg displays no symptoms after all this time, and he’s not dangerous. If you want me, you have to take Oleg too”
“Higher ups only said she needed to be alive” Viola said, her aim unfaltering from her target. “They never specified they needed her with intact kneecaps”
“Man, you’re fucking cold, even by my standards” Brianna could feel a certain pang of admiration slip in her voice.
“Regardless, there’s no way we’re bringing that thing along”
“I would appreciate it if you would refer to me by name rather than the generalised moniker ‘thing’” Oleg insisted.
“You can talk?” Brianna asked. “But you’re infected?”
“Granted I maintain a general air of lucidity but even now I can feel the infection seeping through my veins. You have no concept of the burden I bear, knowing that my next conscious thought could very well be my last”
Kinzie turned to hug Oleg, burying her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault”
“Do not cry little mouse” Oleg’s large arms wrapped around Kinzies tiny frame. “I know my time in this mortal realm is fast approaching its inevitable conclusion. In my final hours I only wish to see my closest companion spirited to safety. Will you grant me this final wish?”
“Nice speech” Violas grip tightened on her pistol. “But you could turn on us at anytime, we cannot risk it”
“If it comes to that” Kinzie wept through quivering lips. “I will do it myself”
A gaze passed between Brianna and Viola, a silent consensus reached between them. Viola loosened her grip and turned her weapon over in her hand, offering the grip to Kinzie. “As you wish” Kinzie reluctantly accepted the weapon. “But next time I won’t hesitate”
“Right” Viola inhaled sharply to clear her head. “I need to make a phone call”
“You’re through to Blacklight Operative support; please have a valid credit card ready” the automated voice remained unnervingly cheery as always. “You will now be given a series of options. To request an ammunition drop, press one. To requisition a refuelling plane, press two. For queries involving a malevolent army of the Undead/Dragons/Demons/Clones/Werewolves/Vampires/Piers Morgan or other mythical creatures of lore, press three. For a request regarding the training and arming of a brigade of flying monkeys, commonly referred to as the R.A.F., press four. D’entendre ces options dans la langue de grenouille, appuyez sur cinq”
“Come on” Viola groaned.
“To speak to an operator, press 9....6-3-4....7-2-0...3”
<BEEP>
“Blacklight Operative Support, Dave speaking, how can I assist you today?” the operator asked flatly.
Viola sighed with relief. “Operative Saints One on secure band Seven-Echo-Foxtrot, request immediate extraction-”
“Hold please” he interrupted.
<BEEP>
I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a-
<BEEP>
“This is Shelia; I’ll be helping with your extraction today. Please start by stating the location you wish to be extracted from”
“Mongoose Bay, we have a tier-”
“I’m just going to have to put you on hold for a minute”
“Wait-”
<BEEP>
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light. He’s gotta be sure, and its gotta be soon and he’s gotta be larger than-
<BEEP>
“Sorry about that” Dave returned on to the conversation. “May I ask how you wish to be extracted today? We have a selection of watercraft and aerial transports to suit any pay grade. We also have a special this week; survive five H.A.L.O insertions and your next ones free”
“Listen, this is an emergency” Viola interjected forcefully. “We need immediate extraction sent to the Blacklight facility at Mongoose Bay”
“I’m just going to have to check a few details, putting you back on hold for a moment”
<BEEP>
Through the wind and the chill and the rain, and the storm and the flood. I can feel his approach like a fire in the blood. Like a-
<BEEP>
“Sorry” Shelia returned. “Where did you say you wished to be extracted from?”
“Blacklight facility, Mongoose bay” Viola said through gritted teeth. “Did I neglect to mention that this mission is comes from the Director himself and is paramount to the corporation’s continued existence?”
“Sorry miss, I’m afraid I don’t see any facility listed in the vicinity of Mongoose Bay”
“It’s a high security, classified facility. Of course it’s not going to be listed”
“Right, what did you say was the nature of your emergency?” the operator asked.
“We’re being attacked by fucking zombies”
“Company guidelines request we refer to them as ‘life challenged individuals’”
“No, I mean actual FUCKING zombies” Viola repeated.
“Excuse me, Blacklight Operations takes a dim view of prank calls; I’m terminating the call now”
“No” Brianna interrupted over her own COM link. “Listen, we have a tier one asset and require immediate extraction”
“Oh, why didn’t you say so? We’ll have an aerial extraction team dispatched immediately, ETA five minutes”
The communication ended.
“They’re sending extraction. We’ve got to get to the roof”
“You mean through all those zombies you idiots let loose around the estate?” Kinzie said.
“Would you prefer we just leave you here?” Brianna asked.
“Well considering I don’t even know how to fight-” Kinzie said.
“Do not fear, Little Mouse” Oleg stepped to stand behind Kinzie, placing his large hand on her shoulder. “I will endeavour to protect even with my own life if it means your survival” Kinzie held back a mournful sniff as she reached up to hold Olegs hand in hers.
“That’s it” Brianna hefted her assault rifle into her arms. “I have had it with all these mother fucking zombies in this mother fucking mansion” Brianna turned to her team. “Let’s get out of here”

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“Keep firing, keep firing” Viola fired another controlled burst of her assault rifle into the pack of zombies, keeping the horde at bay as the group scrambled up the staircase to turn onto the rooftop. While Viola kept them at bay Brianna prepared an explosive surprise. “Fire in the hole” Brianna pulled the pin from the grenade, throwing it through the opening she slammed the door shut behind her. The muffled explosion silenced any noises from the stairwell, offering a momentary respite for them to catch their breaths. Yet even in the silence the low grumble of the creatures gathering on the grounds all around them.
The looming hum of engines carried on the wind. Looking towards the horizon they could make out the sky blue glow of the drop ships engines against the black sky. The dropship swooped down like a bird of prey in-flight, turning on its axis the aircraft touched down atop of the estate rooftop. The shattering scream of the engines slowly whirred into silence. The loading ramp fell to strike the rooftop with a metallic clang. Several of the companies’ special operatives, Black Knights, charged down the loading ramp with weapons drawn and prepared. Dressed fully head to toe to jet black armour the soldiers cut an intimidating figure as they fanned out across the rooftop, their eyes concealed beneath all encompassing helmets.
A silhouette emerged at the top of the loading ramp, dressed in a sharp suit his face remained eclipsed beneath the shadow of the ships interior. They knew they were about to meet the director.
“Did you retrieve the package?” asked the Director.
Kinzie stepped forward, flanked on either side by Viola and Brianna. The Director saw Oleg behind them, without hesitation he drew a handgun from his jacket and fired. Viola and Brianna turned, the momentary lapse in concentration allowed them to be disarmed and pinned to the ground by the Black Knights.
“Oleg!” Kinzie cried. Falling to her knees she wept flowing tears over the body of her murdered friend, her fingers clutching at the stained fabric of his shirt. A hand pulled her away by the scruff of her lab coat, Kinzie struggled to resist, the barrel of a pistol buried into her neck silenced any attempt at protest.
“What the hell are you doing, Matt?” Viola was stunned.
Matt Miller stood to full height, his usually florescent blue attire replaced with a sombre business suit. “The board have decided to reassess our approach to the infection. One hour ago authorisation was issued to initiate Operation ‘C.O.O.A.A.L.Y.F.D’ (Cover Our Own Arses and Leave You for Dead)”
“Meaning?” Brianna asked.
“We leave you to the zombies and cover up any implication of our involvement”
“Fantastic” Brianna sighed.
“Fear not, we’ll ensure your families are compensated for your service to the company-”
A large arm wrapped around Matt’s neck pulling him tightly to Oleg’s chest, unable to break free of his hold. The group of Black Knights were quick to train their weapons on the reanimated giant. The sudden distraction allowed Viola and Brianna the moment necessary to break free of their captors and make a dash towards the Dropship, dragging Kinzie in tow.
“Oleg!” Kinzie cried his name. Viola pulled her roughly to her feet and dragged her up the ramp even as Kinzie continued to struggle in her arms. “Oleg!”
Oleg’s eyes met Kinzies across the divide. “You saved me Kinzie, for that I am grateful”
Matt struggled against his captor, to no avail. “Shoot him, shoot him now!” Matt ordered.
Oleg continued to back away, holding his hostage tightly to his chest, the Black Knights surrounding him with weapons raised. As he neared the edge of the rooftop a crying moan wafted up from the massed infected below as they sensed his approach.
“Take aim” the squad leader ordered, laser sights danced across Oleg’s forehead like a swarm of fireflies.
“You showed me kindness like no other has ever done before” Oleg said. “I wanted to make sure you found your safe haven, now I can be at peace”
“Fire!”
The assault rifles let fly with a barrage of bullets, Oleg fell back over the cusp of the rooftop, dragging the two of them into freefall towards the ground.
The loud crack of gunfire was the summons which brought the wrath of the undead breaking free of their hold, emerging from the stairwell onto the rooftop and charging forward to swarm across the soldiers. The Dropship lifted off of the rooftop and began its sharp ascent into the sky, leaving the company soldiers to their doomed fate.

In the cockpit, Viola and Brianna flying with Kinzie sitting silently in the rear of the cabin as the city was consumed in a flash of flame and light in their wake.
“Looks like we’re clear” Viola checked the technical display on the instrument panel.
“That’s what I’m talking about-” Brianna’s celebration appeared premature. Glancing down at her forearm she saw the distinctive mark of a wound, a clawed tear pierced through the sleeve to have drawn blood. She knew that would mean. “Oh shi-”

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Dr Kinzie Kensington paced idly around the laboratory, deaf to the hum of the computers and the work of the technicians working around them. Her finger swished across the surface of her data pad, her eyes scanning across the readout of information.
The creature stirred within the tank, drawing the gaze of the researcher for the briefest of moments. It was time to wake up. Kinzie pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with the tip of her finger. Reaching into her lab coat pocket to retrieve her key card, swiping the card on the reader beside the computer terminal. The system chirped at her digital arrival, the screen resolving into a finger print scanner requesting her approval. Kinzie pressed her open palm to the scanner, the computer responded with an excited bleep as it gained authorisation to continue its task.
A low rumble carried through the laboratory as the stasis tank drained of its contents, the door to the tank whirring open to deposit its contents onto the tiled floor of the laboratory. Brianna emerged blinking from her suspended stasis, her hands vaguely grasping for purchase in a vague attempt to orient herself.
Dr. Kinzie accepted the white dressing gown offered by one of her technical staff, kneeling down she draped the light fabric over the woman’s shoulders in an effort to keep the harsh cold at bay. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Kinzie held up two fingers.
“Fingers?” Brianna blinked.
“Spell antidisestablishmentarianism” Kinzie continued regardless.
“Yeah, I’ve got two fingers for you too” Brianna grumbled.
“Subjects personality appears intact” Kinzie tapped at her datapad. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? <COUGH> like death warmed up”
Kinzie sighed defeatedly. “Typical, you return someone back to the living and all they do is gripe, frankly I thought being dead might have improved your mood”
“Wait, dead?” Brianna snapped back into reality.
“It’s none of your concern right now” Dr Kinzie helped lift her too her feet. “The research cannot be delayed any longer” Dr Kinzie tapped idly at her datapad.
Kinzie guided her patient through the laboratory towards the depths of the laboratory. “Wait; go back to the point about me being dead”
Brianna’s call for answers remained unheeded as she was herded into a side room by Kinzies hurried movements. Brianna found herself in a room which mimicked a smart hotel room, no doubt a luxury given only to the project lead. Kinzie cast her bemused specimen onto the wide double bed, Kinzie continued to pace around the room with her tablet in her hand.
“You do not realise how important you have become” Kinzie neglected to address Brianna directly, her gaze never leaving her tablet. “The infection touched you, changed you but not like the others” Kinzie shrugged her lab coat from her shoulders.
“So, what is Viola doing here?” Brianna asked, noticing Viola standing at the edge of the room.
“As my head of security she insisted on being present to ensure my safety” Kinzie said.
“Safety from what?” Brianna asked.
“From you” Kinzie reached up to unclip the first of her shirt buttons.
“What about me?” Brianna asked.
“Something about you becoming a rampant sex maniac” Kinzie released another of her shirt buttons, revealing” a tantalising hint of the purple lacy bra contained beneath.
“And you make that sound like a bad thing” Brianna purred.
“That depends on whether you consider potentially being torn limb from limb in a sex crazed fury a bad thing or not?” Kinzie released the final button of her top, revealing the smooth contours of her flat stomach.
“Well I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun finding ou-”
Sequence 2 Complete
“Oh not again” Brianna groaned. “Even the computer is cock blocking me”
Loading sequence 3. Please standby
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You’ll probably notice a common theme at this point, with Matt Miller playing the role of the villain while Oleg plays the role of the heroic intellectual. Remember though that this is a Kinzie made simulation. Plus Matt is British and so according to Americans we’re all delightfully evil <Author twiddles moustache while sitting in my doom fortress>
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