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Dr. Green read the sign before the elevator.

“Section A-17 Prototype Labs, this must be the place.”

“And it seems someone else went through here,” Gina replied, with a twinge of anxiety. They had already been through so much. They could handle whatever might lie in some rusty old lab, surely.

They continued into the elevator and proceeded downward, the elevator making a horrible lurching noise and sounding like it was getting ready to collapse on the way down. It would never get a chance to do so, however.

“You really think those ninja looking fucks could find a way to blow up the whole facility?” Colette tried to be hopeful, but she knew what they had to do.

“With the amount of explosives stored here, one stray bullet could do that job,” the response was slightly sarcastic, but also had a twinge of dread in it.

The noise of the struggling lift was the only sound the rest of the way down as the words sank in for both of them. They knew they had to evacuate. They knew how they would do it. And yet it still didn’t feel real.

The doors shuttered open, and Gina readied her shotgun for anything nasty beyond them while Colette held her revolver at the ready. They gave way to a run-down old lab that had strangely been recently used.

“We’re in luck,” Gina inspected the door access system, “the last person to use it didn’t sign out of the system. Looks like Dr. Rosenberg got out alright.”

“Glad to hear it, but let’s worry about our own asses,” Colette retorted, thinking bitterly about the now well spoiled plans they had to celebrate that night after the experiment.

The pair continued into the lab, guns at the ready.

"Kukurku,” the alien phrase came from around the corner.

“These bastards again,” Colette whispered to Gina, recognizing the distinct sounds of their voices.

“Just when we thought we’d seen the ugliest of it.”

Gina ran in first with her shotgun readied, finding three Shock Troopers inspecting some ancient teleportation equipment. She got the drop on one and quickly turned its back into a hole with a double barreled blast from her spas-12. Colette quickly flanked in behind, firing at a second with her revolver, which held its Shock Roach in front of itself, lessening the velocity of the impact, but leaving it bare handed. The beast knocked the gun out of her hand and grabbed hold of Colette.

“Could use a hand here,” Colette called out while pulling out a pistol.

Gina, busy taking on the remaining alien, tossed her own pistol to Colette, who quickly pumped 34 rounds into the alien’s skull with a gun in each hand. Colette pushed off the now very dead creature and came in with her crowbar to finish off the remaining one that Gina was battling.

“Getting real tired of this, think we can reach somewhere safe and quiet with this old hunk of junk?” Colette asked hopefully.

Gina wiped the sweat from her brow, “Anywhere not here would be nice, to be frank.”

Colette reloaded both pistols and readied her shotgun, keeping guard while Gina tried to figure out how to work the device from some poorly written notes Dr. Rosenberg had left for himself. There was a distant, but extremely loud blast, followed by another.

“Shit-” Colette stepped back, closer to the teleporter.

“Alright, this isn’t ideal, but I don’t have time for anything better, especially when we’re going both at once. This machine isn’t even made for that,” Gina pressed a button and initiated the power-up sequence.

“Heh, you’ll be lucky if you get my beautiful face,” Colette said sarcastically in a vain attempt to lighten the mood.

The loud droning of the charging sequence was blocked out by the rumbling and explosions growing closer and louder overhead.

“Alright, move!” Gina shouted as the portal flickered open.

The two dashed inside as the lab collapsed.

“Fuck, I think ‘not ideal’ is a bit of an understatement,” Colette said, as the pair found themselves on an island of god-knows-what floating in the void of the border world.

#part 1

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