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"11, 9, 8, 7, 6 and the... 4. Okay." Perfect, now that the scalpels were sterile and ordered by size, Lance could go and do his next task. At times like these, when there was no work needed at the morgue, he had been making himself useful in sterilizing tools, handling medication dosages and...

Im pretty interested in your idea and I've got a couple questions : - Is the outside world safe from the infection ? If it is, how come the city has not been retaken/destroyed by now ? - Are the infected infectious ? Or are the bees the only carriers ? - What brings mercenaries/gangs here ?

For sure, for sure. It's assumed all information is relayed to the squad.

A key was indeed in the keyway, a little heart-shaped keychain was attached to it. Takarov was able to confirm that this was the guest key for the room. No footprints could be found anywhere in the room, no blood was spilled on the carpet either. Looking out from the window, two details caught...

New post coming up soon. EDIT : Sorry for being a bit slow, intense few work days.

Lab work ! That sounds pretty interesting (and potentially tiring :D ). No worries at all, thanks for the heads-up.

Bronstone was still out of it, but managed to find an answer. "Harry... My brother. He's the one that introduced us at a party he was hosting. He did warn me that he felt like Lisa wasn't who she seemed... and that I'd find only sadness in pursuing this relationship. He warned me again earlier...

Get 3-4 good and active players, not 7+ players. That's a much better way to tell a story.

Calvin seemed really eager to make his exit, but Balderson's stature and Possie's gaze made it impossible for him to move away from the scene. He did muster up enough of what he could make pass for courage to speak : "Bloody hell woman, no need to shout me background in front of the guvnor..."...

Takarov, seemingly satisfied, pushes the door open. "Ah finally. Miss Moore ?... Are you in... Oh my god !" He quickly exited the room and pointed inside, he was shaking. Upon seeing the owner so panicked, Barnes tried to push past the squad to get inside the room. "What is happening ?! Please...

"You misrepresent my actions. Surgical strikes to key weapons lab are not similar to me just killing people at random." He raised a hand to his forehead, "What did I expect." He thought. Electrode's comments stung. They felt misguided to him, of course, she didn't know what she was talking...

Id be okay with that.

"Your superior's orders caused more civilians to be killed in the last month than I ever killed in the last five years. You just don't see them. They live thousands of kilometers away. If not for you, I would have prevented this long ago." François sighed, he had rarely talked to Electrode for...

Takarov turned toward Balderson. He seemed momentarily impressed by the man's stature, maybe somewhat jealous. He scoffed and raised his hand to his moustache which, admittedly, was pretty impressive too. "Ms. Moore was alone, I checked her in at maybe... 7pm ? I didn't see her leaving after...

François turned around toward her. "Ah, yes. As witty as ever, even in the worst situation imaginable." He took a few steps toward the mechanical table, going theatricaly slow for each step. "You think too little of me, hero. And that's still not my name... My name is François. But you do know...

The young man raised his hands to his temples and starting walking up and down the hallway. He was too tense to talk right now. Thankfully, the other gentleman was here to fill the Detective in."Hmpf, My name is Marvin Aleksandar Takarov. T.A.K.A.R.O.V; I am the owner of this here lodge. This is...

With crackling plasma stabilized in the middle of his palms, NextGen paused. She wasn't moving. She wasn't getting up. This moment of triumph felt unearned. He expected relief but he felt nothing else than inner conflict. She was a thorn, he'd been humiliated time and time again, even captured...

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME." He shouted as she flew past. 'Jennie', he didn't even understand the pun with this one, which made it even more frustrating. Was it based of the word 'Genius', 'Generator' or maybe 'Djinni' ? Anyhow... He went down to ground level, checking his robot's performance. Pretty...

Ah. Flying. Once that was something simply out of his reach unless he was willing to strap himself to a rocket. Now, with the improved anti-grav prototype, the sky was his plaything. The control was excellent but the cruise speed was bad. Still, good for sightseeing... and close combat. NextGen...

NextGen opened his eyes with difficulty. Ouch. Quite the headache. He couldn't move his arms and there was something cold around his wrists. He looked up and saw that he was sitting down in the back of a SWAT van. An officer was just in front of him, weapon slung over his chest. There were two...