Locked

[Kotts]

Dr. Barrett shot straight up from her desk. The siren's piercing wail echoed through the lab, red warning lights flashing over head. They are under attack, no question in her mind. Christine quickly gathered up her work and tapped the vid, ensuring her work was being uploaded and backed up on the Omni-Med network. Her mind was racing, her legs felt like jelly. Her HUD was ticking her evacuation checklist off as she completed the tasks. In the back of her mind she questioned why there were so many steps to follow during an attack, they should be preparing to fight, not locking empty containers. She could hear the repetitive thumping, and the hiss flowing each shot she scrambled for her pistol in the desk drawer, and cocked it back. The door slid open and closed quickly, the atrox employee tapped the panel securing the locks.

"Dere commin' Christine!" He grunted turning to the Doctor.
"Takes some nerve attacking the middle of an outpost. How many soldier?"
"I dunno, I tink deys just two."
"Two!? Some nerve indeed"

The thumping grew louder, coupled with the ringing of other guns. Dr. Barrett could almost follow them through the walls as they made it down the corridor. More thumping gunshots, bodies hitting the ground.

"We ain't ready for dis." The atrox sneered. "Damn Clams'll get thiers!" The door ticked. Lock pick. Christine inhaled keeping her calm as best as she could. The door's locks gave, and slide open.

"Die clanner scum!" The soldier charged firing, shots exchanging. He stumbled back and fell to his knees just in sight of the doorway. He tried hard to stay upright, but fell back his corpse failing, and his essence being scooped up by reclaim. The doctor trained her pistol at the door, finger on the trigger. The silhouette of a man appeared walking into the room, donning shades that covered his eyes, Silverback in hand. He finger tensed, and then froze. Her body refused to move. She felt the burn of adrenaline fade from her blood, her arms lowered. His partner entered, a female with blonde hair swept back by her shades. Dr. Barrett's mind was almost in a dreamy haze now, no need to fight. It was pointless anyway. The two raised their guns, and fired the shells. The blasts ripped into her, the pain snapping her out of her sedated state, she raised her gun and fired. Her shot rang true hitting the man in the chest. All three squeezed their triggers in unison. Christine scored another hit on the man. He was bleeding badly. The walls began to move, she felt dizzy, the ceiling swung quickly in front of her. White.
Asphalt was all she could see her legs struggled to lift her to her knees, her stomach in knots. "Damnit..." She clung to the side of the reclaim terminal like the toilet after a long night drinking.