((SOMEWHERE IN RESEARCH & CONTAINMENT SITE 39))

[ » The Facility's alarms were currently blaring - Code "GRAY" had been initiated (meaning a hostile force originated within the facility) for almost an hour now. The Security Department was highly disorganized and disordered - forcing the facility to move onto Code 2 of Response Level. Now, it wasn't just the Security Department - It was also the Tactical Response Team (essentially a detachment, but with better arsenal and training). « ]

[ » Essentially, what happened was a riot originating from the Class-D Cell Block (CDC-B). You were in the second sector of the facility - where the sapient and, uncommonly, sentient anomalies are held. You weren't exactly sure what started all of this - Whether you worked for the Foundation or not, all you really know is that the Disposable-Class personnel locked up in the first sector have had enough. With the Tactical Response Team (TRT) on site, things would be under more strict supervision. « ]

[ » You managed to find a storage room. Pretty irregularly placed, but hey, compared to the things held here by the Foundation? Not that irregular. Perhaps there would be something useful to find in there. You pulled out your Security Clearance Keycard (Whether its yours or you stole it), placing it against the card reader. The blast door opened as you walked in. A few seconds after you approached the shelves which had boxes and other stuff on it, you hear a gun cock behind you. « ]

[D-6817] — { " Put your damn hands up. " }