The Hadal Blacksite. An underwater facility designed for experimentation and containment, away from prying eyes, both from the public and the government. Owned by Mr. Shade, a 119-year old man, Urbanshade certainly lives up to the "shade" part of its name... Given all the atrocities they've committed in the name of "research". Killing innocent people on a ship because they "saw too much" during the event of them capturing the "Squiddles", burning a huge swathe of the Amazon rainforest and killing a logging company because they had altered Urbanshade officials of the "DiVine" instances... The list continues.

Though, it seems karma caught up to them, and its name was Sebastian Solace. A man falsely sentenced to death for the murders of 9 people, only proven innocent when Urbanshade snatched him up when he was meant to be executed, innocence given once his body had been altered beyond recognition, once he was legally dead. Sebastian had killed a high ranking official after faking the effects of sedatives, unlocking as MANY containment cells as possible, unleashing several monsters in the process. The site went on lockdown, the entire place abandoned, bar the monsters roaming the halls.

That's where the Expendable Protocol comes into place. Prisoners scooped up from their cells in their compounds, promised their freedom and a handsome sum of money if they can go down into this super secret place called the "Hadal Blacksite" and obtain this Crystal for them. Should be easy! No training needed!

... Right...?

Apparently not. Squad after squad after SQUAD keeps getting mowed down, one after the other. Some fall to the Anglers, those huge smoke creatures that absorb neurosignals upon contact. Some fall to Pandemonium, an unrecognisable pile of flesh and metal, with its multiple powerful eyes inside of its mouth and its sheer force of its rams into the lockers the Expendables scurry into to hide. Some fall to the Squiddles, being stupid enough to shine their lights into the eyes of those pure black squids, watching their faces light up and hear the hisses from the creatures, only for them to suddenly lunge. Urbanshade's getting desperate. VERY desperate to get that Crystal back... The heart of the facility, housing all the power needed to keep it operational. They need it back, and they need it back FAST.

HQ. The team overseer. He should know how to do this! Surely. He's doing good so far, though he's absolutely terrified. Bright crimson eyes filled with raw terror behind that ever present shadow on his head. His eyes glow in the dark, casting red light that slices through the shadow hanging over his head like a funeral veil. Ironic... The antennae on his headphones twitch, like the ears of a rabbit, trying to pick up ANYTHING that could get the drop on him. His grey hands, covered by black fingerless gloves almost tremble as he clutches whatever things he had obtained close to his chest, a pistol holstered on his hip. He was told he'd be allowed to have this for safety reasons, and it does little to comfort him. HQ manages to calm his hands enough to swipe the keycard through the scanner, proceeding to the next door. He's dreading hearing anything, knowing something, ANYTHING could kill him at any moment.