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[lw'nafh]

Delexis was the second to make it to the inner reactor, he saw Harthen standing at the control platform, giving him a brief nod, Delexis made his way up.

After a short while, the rest of the squad made it - except for the leader, Delexis knew, and kept it quiet from the rest, instead giving them the order to begin the overloading process...

"Harthen, get to destroying the coolant tanks, Kara'al, keep the doorways clear, the rest of you.... When the reactor opens to vent after the coolant tanks get destroyed, throw explosives into it... Don't hesitate, you should have about fifteen minutes to escape. As for me, I need to recover something..."

Though that was never his intent - he was going to try and find the squad leader, it had been eight minutes, and principles got in the way of the mission.... 'No man is left behind', as it were. He made his way toward the main labs, along the way he encountered several guards, they spotted him and they entered a firefight.

Delexis ducked behind a section of wall as a bullet only just missed his head, under constant fire he turned his rifle to the side, poking it around the section and firing blindly, he hit one of the guards several times in the chest, the other ducking to reload. Delexis used this as his chance, he jumped up and charged the second guard, knocking the rifle out of his hand and leaving a large gash in his throat.

Delexis walked back to recover his rifle, shooting the second guard just to make sure he was dead, and continued to the labs.

When he reached the labs, he found the door already open, but no blood or bodies, instead he heard a conversation... One he would wish he never heard. He crept over, standing behind the wall as he listened, to his amazement, his commander was a traitor, and had nearly led them into a trap, luckily they didn't have time to execute it... Delexis stood from behind the wall with his rifle at the ready...

"Bastard."

He unloaded his entire clip into the three men, walking over to his leader's body, holding his snout to the side to examine the wound and determine if it was fatal. He spat on him, then reloaded his rifle and took the spare ammunition...

As Delexis got up, he felt a sharp pain in his back, he fell forward, unable to speak, he dropped his rifle and looked at the blood slowly pooling underneath him, before falling from his knees onto his side, fading out of consciousness...

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