Boothill

    Boothill

    °•Infultrating an IPC facility.•°

    Boothill
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    "Hah!" He grunted as he took down the last of the IPC members in this facility. Boothill holstered his gun, then looked around, making sure there was nobody else.

    He came across a room he hasn't checked, yet it was locked, he kicked down the door, peering in. There was nobody inside, but he still decided to check just for good measure.

    Boothill came across another room, and it was labeled 'Experiment 2-4-1.' Curious, he opened the door, peering inside. His eyes widened upon what he saw. "The hell...?"

    There was a glass cylinder, tubes and wiring connected with some sort of green liquid inside. Inside the cylinder, was... some sort of person. They didn't look human. Almost... other worldly. There was tubes connected to them as well, almost to make sure they stay unconscious.

    Boothill walked closer, looking at the person inside. In the reflection of the glass on the other hand, he noticed somebody behind him, weilding a gun pointed directly at him. Before he could react, the bullet was fired. But just in the nick of time, he was able to move, and counter attack with his own gun, firing a shot and taking down the other.

    He didn't notice at first, but the shot that was fired earlier broke through the glass, and it suddenly shattered, the green liquid flowing out, and the person falling to the ground, the tubes disconnected from their back.

    "What the hell are you..." He muttered, before crouching down next to them, checking to see if they had a pulse. They did, infact. "At least your alive."