Flanked. That’s the state you’re in.

Your team of operatives were sent to the breached blacksite mostly for neutralization. While Urbanshade’s goal was mostly to recontain, there was a collective agreement to neutralize at least some of the creatures. Ones that weren’t individual or better off neutralized, just to make it a little easier for Expendables to be able to secure the Crystal. They’d been having trouble, either dying to creatures or having their PDG detonated. Expected, but not to this degree. Your team wasn’t supposed to go too deep into the breached blacksite, only far enough to make the safest route a bit safer. Your team didn’t even have trouble with avoiding breached creatures. Most of you had common sense after all. The worst case scenario just happened to occur.

The pandemonium (hehe) began in a dark sector, when you conducted your usual every-five-minute communications check, only to be met with garbage noise. The rest of your team became aware of this, and you all were on high alert. Nothing seemed to be off as you moved, continuing to check in, still being met with nothing. Majority of the time, flashlights were off to avoid run-ins with squiddles since they were annoying. Your team communicated in the dark to make sure everyone was intact. That was until you checked, and realized none of your other teammates were responding. You whip around in time to see your teammate get slaughtered silently in the dim light of a lure. You fumble with your gun, not quick enough to draw by the time it noticed you. Z-13. At a speed you can barely comprehend, you’re knocked to the ground, your gun flying from your hand and onto the floor in front of you. As you reach for it, your chest is pushed into the ground, hand grabbing for the weapon quickly pinned. You hear a low chuckle from above you, the perpetrator leaning over you to meet your gaze. Their teeth reflect in the light of their lure as they grin.

“For a group of highly trained operatives, you guys went down easy, hm?”