"Oh really? Its lucky that I had to see my wife dead, after being tortured and raped? To see my children burning alive in their fucking cribs! That I had to dump their bodies in a vat of acid, for the good of the Foundation? Oh yes, that is much better than not being able to see my skin. Dont bloody compare your little condtion to my fucking family. "

"Shocking isn´t it? talking about the condition of other without knowing anyzing about the backstory, that´s fine, everyone can be mad sometimes, but maybe you can really learn some history partner, of how someone lost all opportunity to talk with anyone outside of the foundation and even wiz some people on der foundation, or how people vatch you with fear and derision, or how you had to say an eternall goodbye to all your family and friends of life because the foundation wants you to play death, oh is really fine, it´s perfect mate! how is like to know zat you can go a meet new people and zey vill watch you has you are and not as a monster? You have your flesh, you are still a human being, im not human anymore, and it ruined all my life.

I could tell zat you don´t know how is like to be "imprisoned" on a laboratory under das ground for a really long time, and that is fine, i will not discuss that"
Mestiar response, with a really pasive voice for the situation, he just standed still all the time, staring at Slade while he was talking. But, something was hiting Mestiar in the deep of his soul, They have made you a monster, but you still have that spark of humanity in your soul, Mestiar stared at the floor once more.

"Well shit, sorry lad. My heads screwy from the drink and I've had a bloody bad day. Yeah life sucks for us all I guess eh?"

"no need to be sorry about comrade, drinking and bad days does that kind of things to us. But vee have to always remember that everything could be vorse, much vorse. With my fiv- i mean 3 years of service to das foundation, there are unimaginable pain and suffering vaiting for us on der next corner. Also, we have people who are willing to hear our pleas and misery" He said first to Slade and then to all the people in the room, taking an cup of coffe and drinking it. Mestiar "Dr strange" have found ways to be a calm person in the toughest situations, he had watch so many things that he had to learn it by force.

And we have to be zankfull that zee underground foundation nuclear reactor didn´t blow up he said in a low tone, watching the empty cup

*He headed back to his dorm. He twiddled around with his combat knife. He needed a plan. And fast. He opened the door to his dorm and went in.*

"I need to figure out where he is. I-"

(Flashback)

"How come you never let me see your personal lab? We're best friends!", said Dr.Baton walking beside Dr. Ether.

"Sorry. People keep secrets for reason", said Dr. Ether

*They approached a door with a security keypad. The door had "Dr. Ether" name on it.*

"But what if there's an emergency in there and you need help?", said Dr.Baton.

"Ugh. All right fine. Stop pestering me.", said Dr. Ether.

*Dr. Ether pulled a piece of paper and wrote something down. Then he gave it to Dr. Baton*

"Memorize it. Now goodbye.", said Dr. Ether as he entered a code and entered a dark room.

*It was the code. It was-*

((Flashback Ends)

37865. That's the code! Now to get to his door!

*He remembered that the door was at the recently destroyed facility.*

So now I wait. And when I get back to that facility, I can hopefully stop him.

(Dr. Lavrov looked at Gale, somewhat in confusion. Echo Hotel? He hadn't heard of it, let alone Foundation connections to it. Nudging away from Mestiar's and the captain's conversation. He grabbed another Sprite bottle and rubbed his head. Opening the bottle, he turned to answer.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Not sure, Mr. Gale. Why do you ask?"

Ltn Vasquez wrote: lukedude, p[lease remember that at the present moment, you are at a temporary facility.

Sorry. I'll change it to fit the setting:

A temporary facility? Did something happen? Dr. Kelman thought he should feel lucky. Lucky that he arrived after whatever incident happened and not before. He was curious to find out what happened, and he also wanted to get to know his new coworkers. Unfortunately, he had arrived late that evening; it would have to wait until tomorrow. Who knew a paranormal hobbyist could get mixed up in something like this? he thought as he started to fall asleep. Still, work here or lose my memory - not much of a choice.

"It just came to mind. Don't remember from when or where, but I have an idea. 'Lot of memories coming around lately, and I'm not liking it. In fact, it's going to be a bitch if this keeps up tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, I should probably get some rest. Its ate as it is and the all the guys going in the facility will need all the rest they need."

Gale looked to Slade, geeting his attention. "Slade, we got to get some sleep, you especially. You look pretty damn wasted, and it ain't gonna help you lead the lot of 'em MTF tomorrow."

EDIT: lukedude, p[lease remember that at the present moment, you are at a temporary facility. Your official office will come tomorrow when the facility is retaken.

"Yeah... that's probably smart."

He stumbled off to nearest sofa in the room and laid on it.

"Ill be fine here."

He drifted off to sleep quickly.

A childs incinerated face stares directly at him. Then a second appears, his daughter. His wife appears to be holding them, her face beaten to a bloody pulp. They stare, then slowy dissolve. Their remaining flesh falls leaving only bones. Even that dissolves. A voice is heard. His family in unison.

"You let us die... you failed us."

"Everyone, go get some sleep. We have a very long day tomorrow, and we can't do good with migraines and vampires."

Gale glanced at Slade as he dropped onto the couch and dropped from the physical world. Dreams would overcome him like maggots on a dead body, it seemed inevitable. He would not be the only one, though he felt that if he would drop into that world, he should at least be comfortable. Gale grabbed Slade and pulled him onto his back, carrying him to his room, He then dropped him on the bed and left him there.

Gale found his own bunk and dropped on it. He closed his eyes and hoped that these memories would not put a blade on his neck when he slept. It was very likely, in fact he felt the blade, sitting upon his neck, waiting for Gale to drop from the world.

"Careful there, Gale. Don't want to trip on the mortars.