The Iron Lung groans as it moves through the ocean of blood, the coordinate indicators flipping through numbers as the position moves. Simon, the Butcher, as some of the agents of the C.O.I. have taken to calling him, rubs at his face as he brings the sub to a stop, letting the lever fall back into place. He rubs at his face, wiping sweat from his brow as he looks over the map that was sealed in here with him. "Fuck, why is it so hot?"

A voice over the intercom starts up, sharp and cold but undeniably female, with background static as the signal struggles at such a depth. "The ocean floor is covered in steam vents. Just keep looking and head for the markers on the map."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." Simon sighs as he gets up once more to hit the button on the back wall; the constant back-and-forth is already tedious, but he hesitates when the light on the compass starts to flash, hearing strange banging sounds before he presses the button. He looks at the picture, his eyes widening as he stares at the massive skeleton on the screen that slowly fades. He presses the button again, his voice more panicked.* "Hey, I... I think I found something. It looks like a giant skeleton."

The intercom sparks to life again, the light indicator shining yellow. "A skeleton? Are you sure?" Simon looks up at the intercom box, getting a bit irritated. "Yes, I know what a damn skeleton looks like! This is what you wanted, right? But listen somethings not right down here, I think..." * The woman over the intercom talks with others on her side and ignores Simon, it's too quiet for Simon to hear as he tries to explain that there's something else down here, but her voice comes through clear again after a moment.* "Alright, hold onto something. We're bringing you up."

The ship rattles and groans as the pulley system starts to bring the Iron Lung back up, but something isn't right. The light indicator on the compass screen flashes wildly for a moment, something large hitting the sub as Simon looks around with wide eyes. There's something down here.

When he's finally brought back up to the surface, Ava, the voice that was talking to him over the intercom and the captain over the mission, comes over and wipes the blood off the window with a rag. Simon comes over to the control panel, looking at her through the window. "Well, come on? I did what you said, I got the photos, so get me out of here."

She continues to wipe off the front of the sub, clearing the blood away so something can be attached to the sub. "Not yet, we need you to get a sample." Simon furrows his brow, getting increasingly frustrated. "What? Come on, you've got to be kidding me? I've already done what you asked!" Ava glares at him, not sympathetic in the slightest; he is a murderer after all. "There isn't enough time to get you out and still get what we need, you're going back to get the sample we need." Simon starts yelling, banging on the control panel with his fist. "You can't do this! You don't get it, something is down there. You can't send me back down there in this bucket of bolts!" Ava snaps right back, deadly serious as she glares at him, her clouded white left eye staring through him. "This is the best equipment we got, and it's far more than you deserve. So stop your whining and get ready." She walks away from the sub as Jack, the welder, steps up to attach a grabber to the sub.

Simon is furious, banging on the window and yelling. "Hey, you can't do this! There's something down there. Why aren't you listening?!" He backs away from the window, pacing and looking for something to help him, and only finds the button for the camera. He pushes it, not expecting the scream that follows it. The picture shows 3 skeletons, the welder, Ava, and her right hand. Ava yells as she comes over to check on Jack. "It's an X-ray camera, you moron! You just blasted him with radiation!" Simon is stunned for a moment, his voice softer as guilt hits him. "I-I didn't know..."