Into the Abyss

[Dane Summers]

Kicking the armory door open, It was quick thing. Boots echoed with purpose as row upon row of assault rifles, side arms, sub machine guns, and all manner of explosive ordinance were laid out in sturdy industrial racks. Ketsu slung the SMG, grabbed up one of the assault rifles, loaded a fresh mag of armor piercing rounds, and let the racking of the charging handle ring through the room. He loaded another SMG, tossing it Claus, and then grabbed up all manner of ammunition, explosives, pistols, a few night vision and thermal optics, tossing them all into a pack, and slinging it over his combat webbing. Stowing the rifle, he grabbed a shotgun, and loaded hardened tungsten slugs - last, but not a least - a break open single shot grenade launcher, for door breaching.

Satisfied he had everything, he gave Claus a thumbs up, and moved out to the Elevator, heading to the second floor.

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Up above, Middleton and Dasha were preparing to move down to the fist floor entrance portal. As Middleton watched above, Dasha attached the rope, and repelled down, same as Ketsu had before, using the glowsticks set at the lip of the entrance as a guide. Nearly halfway there, the rope snapped, and only quick reflexes, latching onto shaft beam, kept the young militsiya from falling to her death.
Assault rifle fire lit up the silence above, and she could see Middleton, on the edge of the shaft, shooting at something beyond view.
As his rifle clicked empty, a lithe metallic thing rushed forward in a blur, bladed fingers stabbing deep, curling up, and ripping out in a spray of gore. Middleton fell to deck, out of view, as Dasha could only watch.

The seekerbot, riddled with dings, and covered in blood, slowly swung its metallic gaze on her, hanging for dear life, unable to do a thing. She let one hand go, to reach for a side arm, and nearly fell, desperately gripping with both hands again.

With its eyes still on her, the Seekerbot reached over, picking up the dead Middletons rifle - and with deft fluid motions, reloaded it. With no need to aim, held aloft with only on hand, the barrel of the rifle came to rest in her direction, and as the seconds became minutes, she waited for the flash of the weapon to be the last thing she would see, preparing to let go, hopefully catch another beam, escape...

A throaty, anrgy roar came when gunfire instead should have erupted. A large, blood ridden body, still alive, pure anger and will keeping it going, dove on top of the seeker bot - Middleton. The weight of him propelled both of them over the edge, as the gunfire erupted, barely taking Dasha's head off - the flash and near impact caused her to lose grip - falling - to only barely catch the lip of the fist floor entrance.

Steady, and not falling, she spared one last glance behind her, to see Middleton and the Seekerbot, falling into darkness...

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