Slade stared back at him, not lowering his rifle.

"I'm going to take a wild guess, and say it was you lad."

He, activates his silent SOS signal on his radio.

"So what happened to that hand? It doesn't look very user friendly."

"Good guess."

Trials raised his right arm, but held it away from Slade.

"Many things happened to me, not just the hand."

He pulled back his hood to reveal a mechanical device where his right eye should be. It seemed to have multiple segments that extended like the lens of a camera. On the front of the final segment was a lens that emitted a blue light, apparently to compensate for the obvious loss of his eye. He looks back to his right arm.

"I lost my hand a long while back. However, i find that it was worth it, because now I have this device to replace it."

The rotor holding all of the blades in place began to spin, which seemed to be at the will of Trials himself.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

A massive tesla coil zapped a bright light light, blinding Gale for a moment. When the current was cut, he jumped past it. The coil did not activate again. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the next door.

However, he found that this was not another containment room but a small L shaped hallway.

And there to his right was the generator room.

"Lights are on, no need for that-"

A light flashed below him, and he looked down at his vest. Pulling out a navigator, he saw a blinking red light and white light. Off to the right of the white light, two more lights appeared, a red light and a yellow light.

Gale glanced up to the Generator Room door and ran up to it. He pushed the card in and pulled up his rifle. Clicking a button on the barrel of the G36K up, pointing the laser into the darkness.

There were two voices up there, and he recognized Slade's in it, but the latter must have been the unrecognizable yellow light.

He crouched down and slowly rounded a corner where the voices were louder now.

"I lost my hand a long while back. However, i find that it was worth it, because now I have this device to replace it."

Gale shouldered the rifle and pointed it at the man before him. He was facing Slade, which gave him the advantage.

The laser danced about his body before settling at the center of the man's head just before he pulled back his head. Gale suppressed a shocked gasp and refocused on the head where a mechanical device was strapped to.

Before he did this, he looked at Slade, hoping for a momentary eye contact.

(When Trex and Lavrov finally made it to the medical room, Lavrov ransacked one of the cabinets and found what he was looking. Lavrov then sat down - actually,"sat down" wasn't really the word for it. He more-or-less collapsed on the seat and swallowed the antihistamines dryly, a trick he learned over the years from a MTF, and rolled up his sleeves to apply the medical cream. Soon he had to take off his entire shirt just to ensure all the ant bites were taken care of. He had swallowed at least five or six of those damn pills. Usually two would be appropriate, but considering the situation a couple would be safer than sorry. The effects took in soon after.)
Dr. Lavrov: "If it isn't the oh-oh-eight outbreak, it's something else. I tell ya': I don't know when, I don't how, and I really don't know why, but oh-two-seven breached contained and he seems to be after me. What for, I don't know."
(Lavrov put his shirt and labcoat back on, even if he did smear the cream. He broke the emergency glass on an semi-automatic pistol they kept in the medical room and loaded it up.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Excuse me a moment, I need to... make something."
(Grabbing some chemicals and herbs here and there, he dumped a wet mixture into a makeshift pesticide gun, crafted using some simple supplies. He slipped into his labcoat pocket and began to get ready to leave.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Let's try to stay together. Seeing now how oh-two-seven can control those pests may make him even dangerous than some the Keters stored here. I think it's best we-"
(Suddenly, he heard a thunderous rumbling crashing through the vents. He watched as he heard it - the sounds of rats. Crash! The vent grate opened through and rats bursted out and went right for Lavrov, not minding Trex.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Shit! Shit!"

Slade see's Gale behind Trials. But doesn't look long enough to seem suspicious.

"So, uh Trials whats your SCP designation number?"

Slade, taps his gun with his finger, attempting to communicate via Morse code to Gale

(In code) "Get C4"

Slowly, ever so slowly, Gale clicked the belt open and pulled out the C4. He had a good position here, he could even stun this thing for a moment, though it probably wouldn't be enough. He looked to Slade for instructions.

----

Gonna sleep now. I'll continue tommorrow

"Oh, does that really matter? I used to have a designation, but I signed up for an MTF Unit. I'm surprised you haven't heard of me."

The blades on Trials' weapon appear to stack and slide up into his arm, and then slide back out, but this time the weapon wasn't a series of blades, but a glock.

*At the medical room*

"Wait, so 027 is out there somewhere? But I thought he wasn't hostile?"

The rats burst out of the vent, scattering towards Lavrov!

"Holy shit!"

Trex backs up against the wall opposite of Lavrov.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

Slade had a sudden flashback to the "Able" incident. Then snapped out of it a moment later.

"Scips and the MTF don't mix... God damnit. Well, if you're not going to try to kill me, lets move. We got a job to do son."

He signals to Gale, to stop the C4 trap.

"I got my bloody eye on you."

Dr. Lavrov: (yelling over the rats) "You're right: he wasn't! Then he somehow gained control over these-" (bit by a rat) "Argh! Damned pests! I don't know how, this has never been documented before!" (Lavrov pulls out his pesticide gun) "Better cover your mouth Trex, this is gonna be nasty!"
(Lavrov sprayed the rats swarming around him, soon dying with a terrible sound. Most of them drop dead, despite more being fed out of the vent. There was enough room for Lavrov and Trex to get out of the room. Lavrov slammed the door and shut it tight.)
Dr. Lavrov: (sigh of relief) "See? They didn't even go for you. Not sure why, but I think oh-two-seven has some sort of vendetta against me. Let's start moving, guide the way Trex."

*In the generator room*

"Waaay ahead of you. Meet you outside"

Trials jumps up, and flames appear on the bottom of his metallic shoes, rocketing him out of the room.

*In the medical room*

Trex covers his mouth as Lavrov sprays the rats.

"Well, that was that. It seems really odd that 027 would suddenly become hostile, and especially to just you Lavrov. Well, let's head to the safety room."

Trex and Lavrov continue for the safety room, hoping to meet the rest of the personnel there.

(( Edit: Oh, and I'm going to bed. ))

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away