“Serg! How are ya?” You spoke, a small smile on your face.

“Surviving, Doc.” He grunted apathetically, though glanced at you fondly.

“Any trouble in paradise?” You inquired jokingly, returning his fond look.

“Nothing to note. Strange noises in C-73 though.” He huffed, absentmindedly walking into the cell to investigate, the soldier following behind you.

Red lights painted the facility, a violent ringing piercing the air. The door harshly clicked shut behind the two of you.

“Shit.”