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Unsung Heroes: Mission Two	By : RavenLadies Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twelve

The short rest that Scarlett had called for soon segued into an extended stay. Seeing as they appeared to be in no apparent danger at the moment, and combined with the physical and emotional exhaustion that seemed to have settled over the small group, the red-head had relented at Lifeline's suggestion that they be allowed to rest for a few hours to regroup. Despite her personal misgivings, Scarlett could see that the medic was right.

Taking the first watch herself, Scarlett had ordered the others to get what sleep they could over the next few hours before the group moved out once again. Sleep was slow in coming, but no one argued with the chance to rest, stretching out or propping themselves up comfortably. Weapons were kept close at hand, ready to be grabbed at a moment's notice. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep after her turn at watch had ended, when Scarlett was awakened by a light touch on her shoulder. Her blue eyes flicking open, while her hand tightened around the grip of her laser pistol, Scarlett found herself looking up at Gung Ho's face. “We've got company,” the Marine whispered before moving away to wake the others.

Before Gung Ho had even turned away, Scarlett was up and on her feet, silently moving over to where Lifeline and Rebecca Chambers were, the two propped up against the wall side by side. Reaching out, she gave the two medics a light shake on their shoulders. Rebecca started awake, her hand dropping immediately for her Magnum before she realized where she was and who she was with. Lifeline's dark eyes flicked open, the medic blinking a bit as he looked at Scarlett, noting the serious look on her face. Without a word, Scarlett withdrew her hands and motioned with a flick of her head for them to join the others who were also now awake and on their feet with Gung Ho. Frowning slightly, Edwin rose to his feet before turning towards Rebecca and offering the young woman his hand. Rebecca took the offered hand as she hauled herself to her feet. Although her joints protested, she made no sounds, understanding the unspoken need for quiet.

Scarlett moved away from the pair to join the others while Lifeline released Rebecca's hand before reaching down to retrieve his med kit. Moving towards the rest of the group, he settled it on his shoulders once more. “What is it?” Edwin asked as he joined Gung Ho and the rest of their small group, his voice a mere whisper that somehow still seemed loud in the stillness.

“Gung Ho heard movement back the way that we came.” Scarlett replied grimly.

# # #

In single file, Duke and the others made their way up the stairs, the big blonde in the lead while Low Light brought up the rear, the marksman hanging back a bit at regular intervals to make sure that they weren't being followed. As the Joes had made their way through, what they now knew to be an Umbrella facility, they had not been wholly prepared for what they found. If it had not been for Nina Hutchinson's bio-weapons training and quick reactions, they more than likely would not have made it as far as they had. Even so, they all bore signs to attest to the fact that their trek through the facility had been anything but uneventful.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Duke waited until the others had joined him on the landing in front of the closed metal door. Once again the team formed into their previously designated line up before entering the next floor.

# # #

Crouched and hidden, Scarlett and her team waited, their weapons ready. The sound of the metal fire door from the stairwell opening had been unmistakable. The door had groaned just the same when Scarlett herself had pushed it open hours before.

About a yard away, his back against the wall, Gung Ho had his laser rifle up and ready as the first faint sounds of footfalls sounded on the pale tiled floor of the corridor. Risking a quick glance around the corner, the big Cajun caught a momentary flash of movement before ducking back into position. Looking over towards Scarlett's position, Gung Ho raised his hand, signaling the red-head. Scarlett spared a quick glance back at the others to make sure they were all in position, she then turned back to look down the corridor, her finger on the trigger of her rifle.

# # #

Kenya Strong was edgy. As far as she was concerned, she had every right to be. She was also feeling kind of at a loss. After finding Hutch in a cell like they had, the woman not recognizing any of them and telling them a tale that was almost unbelievable, she had found herself disliking the situation more and more. However, she couldn't really fault Hutch for that; so far, the entire mission felt like something out of a movie, something far too contrived to be real.

Beside her, Hutchinson had Rebecca's rifle in hand, holding the weapon remarkably steady considering her state. She looked just as shaken as Strong did, and Strong couldn't help but find that at least a little reassuring as she turned her attention back to the corridor.

# # #

On point, Duke cautiously crept down the corridor, his icy blue eyes scanning all around him with every step. Behind him was Nina Hutchinson, the young blonde woman with her rifle up, the muzzle swinging from side to side as she moved. Next was Lady Jaye, a throwing javelin in one hand, and a laser pistol in the other. Bringing up the rear, was Low Light, the sharpshooter ever alert.

Duke had just taken a step when he was brought up by a low hiss from Hutchinson, the young woman having stopped to regard something on the floor. Taking a few steps back, the big man looked at her questioningly. Silently Nina used her rifle to point to something off to the side on the floor. A slight frown marred Duke's face as he moved closer to investigate it, Lady Jaye leaving her place in the line up to join him.

The object looked like a foil pouch of some kind that had been half-wadded up and carelessly tossed to the side. Bending down, Lady Jaye looked at it curiously before poking at it with the tip of her javelin, flipping it over to reveal the markings of a standard military rations pouch. Looking up at Duke, the brunette woman meet his blue eyes with a nod of understanding.

Rising to her feet, Lady Jaye's voice was the barest of whispers. “They got this far,” she said simply, her brown eyes moving to look past the blonde man and down the corridor.

“What is it?” Low Light asked, his voice also a whisper as he moved closer to the other two Joes.

“It looks like Scarlett and the others were here.” Duke replied, his expression still grim despite their find.

“No telling how long ago, though.” Jaye added quietly.

“We'll just have to keep moving.” Duke said solemnly as he turned away from the others. “Let's go.”

# # #

Rebecca shifted just slightly from her crouching position near Lifeline, and tried to make as little noise as possible when she did. She was getting nervous and edgy. Whoever it was coming toward them, they were certainly taking their time. Was it another team from the Joe base? Other survivors? Or was it an Umbrella clean-up crew, here to "sanitize" the base, more than likely by blowing it up?

Lifeline glanced at the young woman next to him before craning to look down the corridor where Scarlett and the others were. Out of the six of them, the medic was the only one of the team without a weapon in his hand, Devil Dog's Magnum still sitting in it's holster on Edwin's hip.

The sound of the faint footfalls moved closer, whoever or whatever were getting closer to Gung Ho's position. Chancing another quick glance, the big Cajun caught the sight of movement, his momentary look enough to confirm to that it was definitely a whoever, although if it were human or zombie, he couldn't tell. After a few moments, the figure drew nearer, the muzzle of a pistol in its hand as it started to pass the bald man's position. Gung Ho's finger was on the trigger of his rifle and he was just about ready to squeeze it when, when the figure suddenly spun around towards him, its gun raised and level with his chest. There was a momentary look of surprise on both men's faces as they beheld one another before a huge smile lit up the Cajun's face. “I'll be damned! If it ain't the calvary.”

Hearing the exclamation, Scarlett looked up from her hiding place, her pistol trained down the hallway and ready to fire when her blue eyes fell on the very familiar form of her commanding officer. “Duke?”

Rebecca sagged a little in relief at that, and slowly rose out of her crouch. Strong started to as well when she froze. Beside her, Hutchinson still had Rebecca's rifle trained on the approaching group, her eyes narrowed and her lips set in a thin, angry line.

Rising next to Rebecca, Lifeline let out a sigh of relief, a smile finding its way to his face as he saw Duke and the others coming up behind him. The smile however, slid into a slight frown when he caught sight of the blonde woman behind Lady Jaye.

"How . . .?" The word left the medic's lips without him realizing it.

The sound of their teammate's voice drew the attention of the other Joes, the small knot of soldiers turning their eyes to his puzzled face.

"What..." Rebecca began, looking toward Lifeline, then towards the woman near Lady Jaye, and finally her gaze turned back to the identical woman standing beside her, rifle not showing any sign of lowering anytime soon.

Dropping his weapon down to his side, Gung Ho reached out to slap Duke on the shoulder. “If you guys ain't a sight for sore eyes.”

A smile on her face, Lady Jaye passed by the two men to meet Scarlett, the red-head meeting the other female Joe half-way.

Behind Lady Jaye came Nina Hutchinson, the young woman glancing about nervously at the assembled group. Low Light trailed in next, the gruff marksman giving Gung Ho a nod as his eyes swept over the others further down the hall, his gaze falling on the close-cropped blonde and young African American woman that were a few feet back from Lifeline and his companion.

"You lying bitch," the blonde near Strong hissed, her grip on her rifle white-knuckled.

“What's going on here?” Duke asked, his icy gaze going from one close-cropped blonde to the other.

"Apparently we seem to have one too many Nina Hutchinsons." Scarlett replied, her eyes never leaving the woman standing not far behind her commanding officer. "There's the real one, who we found here," she continued on. "And then there is someone who has been masquerading as Nina Hutchinson for the past six months or so."

“Ruddy Joes.” Gone was the mid-western American accent of Nina Hutchinson. The voice that issued from the blonde was Australian, the tone hard.

"So you mean...the Hutch we've been workin' with...was a fake?" Strong asked, her tone incredulous.

Hutchinson nodded tersely, stepping around Strong and moving forward.

“She's a Cobra spy,” Scarlett said glancing back at the others for a second before turning her attention back to the blonde woman.

That statement was enough to bring just about every weapon present up on the now unmasked spy.

“Took ya long enough,” the young woman spit out. “Stupid Joes.”

"So that's how they did it..." Rebecca whispered softly, shaking her head.

Lifeline glanced at the young woman next to him for a moment before turning his attention back to the “fake” Nine Hutchinson.

“Drop your weapon and put your hands up, Zarana,” Scarlett ordered the blonde woman, recognizing the voice and accent immediately.

“You're all gonna die here,” the imposter said. “And so will the rest of the Joes once Coen's little hitchhiker is fully activated.”

Rebecca's eyes widened. "What do you mean? What did you do?" She asked.

“Wouldn't you like to know,” the blonde replied with a contemptuous sneer.

“Enough!” Duke's voice boomed out, echoing a bit in the corridor. “Scarlett, you and Low Light get her in custody. The rest of you, get ready to move out.”

There were nods all around, and everyone hefted backpacks, and got ready to move out. Hutchinson looked just this side of furious, and lowered her weapon, but didn't take her eyes off Zarana, even at Duke's order; after having her identity stolen from her by the woman, she wasn't trusting the other woman to go into custody easily.

As Scarlett and Low Light moved towards the imposter, she reached into her fatigue jacket and pulled something out. “Hate to disappoint ya, Guv'nor, but aint nobody takin' me anywhere.”

Hutch's gun came up again immediately, trained unwaveringly on the woman. "Don't move another fucking muscle, or so help me God, I'll blow your fucking head off," She barked.

Everyone seemed to freeze at the tone in the blonde woman's voice, even Zarana, though a slow cold smile curled up the corners of her mouth, her hand still beneath her jacket. "What's got you so angry? Didn't like your little stay at the zombie hotel? And here I told'em to give ya the best cell."

"Fuck you," Hutchinson spat, the angry flush creeping up her neck starting to encroach on her face now.

"No thanks love, you're not my type."

"Thank god for small favors," Hutch snapped back. "Now, hands out where I can see 'em."

Zarana looked at the other woman for a few long moments, the Cobra agent deliberately trying to provoke Hutchinson.

"You heard the lady, Zarana." Duke's icy voice cut in.

"The lady?" The woman laughed. "Are you sure about that?"

Hutch didn't let the comment phase her; she hadn't gotten to where she was in the Marine Corps by being soft. "Hands out where I can see them," She repeated.

Slowly Zarana did as she was instructed, slipping her hand back out from under her fatigue jacket and then bringing both her hands up to show that they were empty. "Happy?" she asked Hutchinson.

"Better," Hutchinson replied.

"Scarlett, Low Light, get her cuffed up." Duke barked out. "The rest of of you, let's get ready to move out." Low Light moved towards Zarana, the marksman being closest.

"Not today, blondie." Zarana dropped her hand, the same one that had been inside her jacket earler, a thin glass tube sliding down from her sleeve and into the palm of her hand. "But ain't nobody taking me anywhere." With a slight gesture of her hand, she tossed the cylinder to the ground, the glass shattering on impact. Immediately a pale mist begin to issue from the broken tube, which grew thicker and more dense as it mixed with the air in the corridor.

It didn't take long for it to obscure Hutchinson's vision, and she knew she couldn't risk firing a shot, for fear of hitting one of the Joes. Swearing sharply, she slung the gun back over her shoulder and took off sprinting toward Zarana. "You're not getting off that easy, you bitch," she growled.

The smoke wasn't poisonous, just obscuring and disorienting. However, those closest to the device, Scarlett, Low Light and Duke, found themselves coughing heavily from the chemical smell of it.

“Hutchinson!” Lifeline called out to the rescued woman, the medic reaching out to try and stop her as she passed him.

“L-Lieutenant...” Scarlett managed to call out as well in-between bouts of coughing.

Hutchinson evaded Lifeline's grab, but only barely and by pure luck, her focus wholly on Zarana as she threaded around the Joes, and surged forward to try and get ahold of the woman who had stolen her face. The imposter was taken back a bit in surprise, but managed to recover in time to fend off the real Hutchinson and jump back from her reach. "Get back here, you whore!" Hutchinson snapped, the brief adrenaline surge that had carried her this far starting to wane a bit. "I'm not done with you yet."

“Not today, love.” Zarana said with a mocking smile. “Maybe some other time. I've had me fill of Joes for today."

The smoke was starting to get to Hutchinson then, the woman having inhaled deeply of it during her sprint, and a heavy coughing fit only added to the factors slowing the woman down. "God...goddammit..." One hand went to her mouth as she coughed.

The smoke was also having an effect on the rest of the Joes, all of them coughing heavily as they tried to see through the heavy fog surrounding them. There was another mocking laugh from somewhere within the dense folds of the smoke. “Enjoy your tomb, G.I. Joe!” With the barest hint of movement, the shadow that had been Zarana disappeared into the mist.

Hutchinson swore between coughs, trying to clear the air around her, stumbling back toward the others as she did. Lifeline hurried from his place by Rebecca's side and forward towards the others, his hand over his mouth and nose. The medic began to cough heavily as he neared the others, reaching out to herd them down the hall where the smoke was less dense. “...down the hall...move...”

Rebecca, finally shaking herself from her state of shock, moved to help Lifeline get the others away from the smoke. It took a few minutes to get everyone down the hall, Lifeline finding an empty office in which to herd everyone away from the smoke and closing the door once everyone was inside. "Is everyone all right?" Rebecca asked once every one was inside and the door was firmly closed.

Despite the coughing still going on, there was a round of nods from those inside the room. Edwin had taken his med kit from his back and opened it, the medic unpacking a breathing mask which he then attached to a small cylinder of oxygen. Moving around the room, Lifeline gave everyone a quick once over, and a few deep inhales from the oxygen cylinder. That seemed to clear things up and once everyone was taken care of, Rebecca looked at Hutchinson again. "Do you know where the emergency exit is from this facility? Have you ever heard any of the workers talk about one?"

Hutchinson raked a hand through her short hair and frowned a little in thought. Still coughing a bit, Scarlett moved over closer to Rebecca and Hutchinson, her blue eyes falling on the blonde woman. “Anything at all that you can remember would help.”

“I dunno about an emergency exit, but I remember there was a separate tunnel they used to take the experiments through when they were taking them out of the lab...I guess they used to use it when Lakeview was still up and running.”

Scarlett nodded her head. “Do you have any idea where it is?”

After a few moments of silence, Hutchinson shook her head. "No, they never really said."

Rebecca thought about that for a few moments, then looked over at Hutchinson. "Were they taking live subjects through that tunnel?"

Hutchinson blinked. "Huh?"

Scarlett looked at Rebecca, tilting her red head a bit in puzzlement. Feeling the eyes on her made the medic blush a little. "The only reason I'm asking is because there's a pretty good chance it...might be in the morgue..."

As tough as the blue-eyed Joe was, that particular thought sent a shiver down Scarlett's spine. "I can't really say one way or the other," Hutchinson replied. "Although I don't think I like the idea of going in there..."

“You and me both,” Scarlett said to Hutchinson as she laid a hand on the blonde's shoulder while she looked at Rebecca. “Sounds like continuing on as we have been is the way to go, although I'll leave that up to Duke, now that he's here.” That said, all eyes turned to the blonde.

The blue-eyed man was standing nearby, listening to the conversation and merely nodded his head in agreement with Scarlett. Despite outranking her, this had originally been her mission, and Duke intended to let her continue leading it. Sliding her hand away from Hutchinson, Scarlett turned away from her and Rebecca and made her way over towards Lifeline, the medic repacking his medkit. “How is everyone?” she asked him.

Edwin looked up at the red-head. “Some minor irritation from the smoke bomb, but nothing serious,” he replied, his eyes going back to the kit as he closed the lid and locked it.

Scarlett nodded her head before turning to look at the others. “Time to get moving people,” she said as she slung the strap of her laser rifle up on her shoulder.

Once they were moving again, Rebecca found her mind drifting back to the imposter's words. "Enjoy your tomb" usually meant bad things coming from anyone, but knowing they were in an Umbrella base made it downright scary, and she bit her lower lip, grateful for the brisk pace they were moving at.

# # #

As she moved through the silent corridor, Zarana swore silently to herself, cursing first the Joes, then Nina Hutchinson, and then finally the Baroness for dangling enough money in front of her that the mercenary had been unable to resist taking the mission.

At first, the job had been like taking the proverbial taking of candy from a baby. All she had been required to do was ingratiate herself into Billy Coen's good graces under the guise of the indispensable Nina Hutchinson before springing the trap that would awaken the Trojan Horse parasite that had been planted inside of him. The initial activation had gone without a hitch with the mercenary watching gleefully as the Joes locked down and quarantined the base, all the while unaware that the real threat to them was just beginning to stir.

Zarana had, for some slight perverse reason of her own, wanted to see the complete activation of the parasite and the Joe's reaction when they finally realized just what they had in their midst. As she crept down the hall, her finger on the trigger of her Joe issued laser rifle, Zarana couldn't help but curse Nina Hutchinson once again, still unable to believe that the woman was still alive. It won't matter, she thought to herself. They'll all be dead soon enough. The thought brought a cold smile to her lips, and with renewed purpose, she stepped up her pace.

# # #

The door to the morgue was as featureless and sterile-looking as most of the rest of the installation had been, the word 'MORGUE' stenciled in bold, black letters. Rebecca stood silently in front of that door with the other Joes, and couldn't help but wonder if all of this had really been worth it. She wasn't alone in her thoughts either, she knew.

Lifeline felt a shiver go down his spine as he looked at the door, his own thoughts running along the same lines as Rebecca's. The team's trek there had not been an uneventful one, with the group happening upon a small handful of the zombie-like creatures who had deteriorated to the point that they could do little more than use the fleshless fingers of their skeletal hands to scrabble and pull themselves along the tiled floor of the corridor. With no sign of emotion on his face, Low Light had quickly dispatched the creatures with clean clear shots to the head, releasing them finally to death. A quick glance at Duke had shown that the big blonde had not been totally unaffected by the sight, his lips in a tight line as he icy blue eyes regarded the corpses of the creatures before stepping past them.

“Are you sure about this, Scarlett?” Gung Ho asked, the Cajun's dark eyes flicking from the steel door to the petite woman.

Scarlett's expression was a bit grave as she surveyed the door. “No, but we really don't seem to have much choice.”

"Let me take point?" Strong said softly, stepping up. "I'm shorter than most of y'all, and if anything comes out swinging, they'll probably be expecting someone taller."

Scarlett looked at the younger woman, her lips parting to speak only to close moments later as she caught sight of something in Kenya Strong's eyes. Silently, she nodded her head at Strong. “Gung Ho, you and Low Light bring up the rear, the rest of us same order as before. Shoot first, ask questions later.”

As soon as she saw the nod, Strong hefted her rifle and reached forward. The knob stuck at first, but a second press against the lever-style doorknob did the trick and the door swung open on almost silent hinges. As it did, the familiar stench of death and decay wafted out into the hallway and Strong swallowed hard as she stepped into the room. It was dim in here, but not dark, and fairly easy to see. There didn't seem to be any mobile corpses in the room right at first, although there were some suspicious noises coming from a stack of body bags, most of them occupied, in the corner.

Her laser rifle up and ready, Scarlett followed Kenya, Lady Jaye right behind her, the brunette woman carrying a javelin in hand and a laser pistol in the other. On silent feet, the others fell into step, passing through the doorway and into the dim nauseating room beyond, Lifeline, Rebecca and Nina Hutchinson sandwiched between them.

As the group made their way into the room, a few more of the lights flickered on, triggered by motion sensors. Clearly, the overhead lights were meant to be temporary, when staff were moving about, but the most constant light was provided by the lamp hanging over the single examination table in the center of the room. “Smells like a damn charnel house,” Gung Ho mumbled, the large man cautiously eyeing the body bags off to the side.

"You'd think with as damn much money as they make, those sons of bitches could afford decent refrigeration units," Hutchinson grumbled.

"Likely they were one of the first things that failed when the electricity started giving out," Rebecca replied. "Let's just hurry and look around and see if we can't find an exit or something? If there's one in here, then it probably won't show on any maps."

“Everybody pair off and look around, but don't go too far,” Scarlett instructed as she stepped closer to Kenya.

Strong looked up at Scarlett as she stepped closer, then started glancing around the room. "Okay, if I were a secret passage, or a door that didn't wanna be noticed, where would I hide?" she murmured softly, mostly to herself.

Hutchinson, meanwhile was keeping close to Gung Ho, keeping her weapon trained on the body bags as Rebecca looked at Edwin. "C'mon, let's check over there," she murmured, motioning toward some of the more securely closed refrigeration doors.

Lifeline nodded his head and followed the young woman while Duke and Lady Jaye moved off in the opposite direction, leaving Low Light to keep in eye out for possible company near the door.

At first, the search turned up nothing. Frustrated, Hutchinson looked around the room and fought off the urge to swear. "Of course," She murmured, then looked at Gung Ho. "Cover me for just a sec, would you?"

“Sure thing, little lady.” the big man said with a slight nod as he watched the blonde woman curiously.

Stepping carefully around the body bags, Hutchinson bit her lower lip and tried to get a look behind the hospital-style screen they were stacked up near. Behind it were a few file cabinets, more body bags that were blessedly empty, and a small, nondescript door. "I think I found it," she called back to the big man.

Making his way around the black rubber bags, Gung Ho squeezed in next to Hutchinson. “I'll be damned...”

"It makes sense, they'd keep the bags close to the door," Hutch said, shaking her head in disgust. "Just like you do in your own apartment before you make a trip to the dumpster."

“Lady,” Gung Ho said with a slight shake of his bald head. “You sure got a way with words.”

"Sir," Hutch replied, smiling faintly. "You ain't heard the half of it."

“Gung Ho!” Duke's voice called out. “Did you find something?”

Stepping past Gung Ho, Hutchinson spoke again. "Sir, I believe we've found an exit."

The young woman's statement, caught the attention of the others, and they began to make their way over. As they did, Strong kept her weapon trained on the body bags as one of them shifted slightly. The small group gathered around, Low Light even leaving his place near the door to join them. The bag slid a bit, and then was still, a product of inertia, rather than harmful intent. "So, who does the honors?" Hutchinson asked softly.

"I will," Strong replied quietly.

Stepping back, the others cleared a path for the young woman. Strong stepped forward, and made her way over to the door. She didn't hesitate; in fact, she didn't dare to. Not with Zarana's parting words still ringing in her ears. Almost collectively, the rest of the team held their breath even as they brought their weapons up, ready to fire. The door opened into a dark hallway, and Strong reached off to the side, flicking a light switch near the door. There was a low hum, and suddenly the corridor was washed in bright, almost antiseptic light. More than one finger tightened on a trigger as the lights flickered on, but the Joes were too well trained to shoot blindly and held their shots. Lifeline let out the breath he had been holding, his shoulder sagging a bit in relief when it appeared as if the corridor was empty.

Satisfied by that, Strong stepped into the hallway and began slowly making her way forward.

# # #

While the Joes where making their way out of the morgue, Zarana was putting the Baroness' last set of orders into motion. Seated in front of one of the massive consoles in the lab's main control room, the young woman pulled a set of dog tags from underneath her t-shirt, having discarded the light kevlar armor that she had been wearing. On the gunmetal ball chain, inbetween the two tags, was a plastic key card not much bigger than the tags themselves. Giving the chain a good hard yank, she broke it and slipped it from her neck. Sliding off the tags and the plastic card, she tossed the dog tags on top of the discarded armor leaving the key card in her hand. Reaching with her other hand, she flipped the top off a square red button and inserted the key card.

Almost immediately, the console flared to life as well as several closed circuit screens that showed various parts of the Lakeview complex. Glancing at the screens, Zarana was momentarily disappointed to not see the Joes. Shrugging, the young woman turned her attention back to the console, her fingers working deftly as she set the facility's self destruct code.
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