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Welcome back to the Cabin. Let's throw some boulders into the pond and watch the fucking ripples.

>>1236904
>James went to visit his Guardian Angel

> James found Jess

>>1236904
>James went to visit his Guardian Angel

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>>1236919
>>1236909
>>1236907

Standing in the stable, James looks into a seemingly empty cell. The ground around him is charred from the flamers' purification of the goop that has clung to the concrete floors in some symbiotic or parasytic attachment. A bottle of wine scavenged from his locker stands by his feet, the green glass seeming to accuse him of failure every time he drinks from it.

An hour's vigil on a hangover is simply too much, so you rest your head on the plastic glass blend with eyes straining for it. Some hint or clue. The desperate search is rendered obselete as the person who saved your life in Yellowstone National Park decloaks in a shimmering wave of blue and greens. The seven and a half foot tall armoured alien, a mass of muscle, metal, technology and ferocious instinct staring at him from the same indifferent metal eyes he saw six years ago. Green light ignites int he eyeslits as they stare each other down.

"Cassie told me she let you out." You say somehwat slurred. "You saved me and all of us." leaning back and you try not to fall as balancing is a bit of an everest. "Why? Why didn't you leave?"

The creature raises it's wrist and presses keys on it's arm console. The same arm console that can detonate a nuclear esque suicide charge, fire a plasma cannon or anything in between. You hear you're on voice, riddled with panic and hysterical humour, "It's hunting them! Fuck! Rach - it's hunting them!"

Nodding to yourself, "They're that bad? That you'd come back to this box if it meant getting rid of them?"

A series of clicks are all the answer you recieve; apparently he doesn't have a voice clip saved for that. "Nothing for that?" You ask rhetorically trying not to sound bitter and failing.

> I wish someone let you out sooner

> I think we're the real monsters here

> Did you get some good trophies out of it?

> Write-In

> I wish someone let you out sooner

> Did you get some good trophies out of it?

>>1236938
>> I wish someone let you out sooner, (take a drink), but I think we're the real monsters here
>> Did you at least get some good trophies out of it?

>>1236938
>I wish someone let you out sooner
>Did you get some good trophies out of it?
>Say, you want a drink? Can you even get drunk? I'm starting to run low on drinking partners as of late.

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>>1236946
>>1236940

"I don't know man. Like, if somebody had got to you and let you out sooner - maybe things would be different." You lean down, over the course of thirty seconds and take a long swig over the course of what seems a lot longer. "If Sue hadn't blown up, Cass and Jess'd be fucked. Nobody would'a gotchu at all." This thought seems to be of signifigance, "By dying she bought time which got you which saved lives so by blowin up she saved lives."

The thing click incoherently at you, but something of it's meaning sinks in. At best gyuess, honourable deaths aren't true deaths. That's the sense you get from it's metal face at least.

"'Tween you an me. We're the real monsters here. Killin' kids. Profitin off it. Gettin' off on it in my case. Fucking sick man." You put your hand on the glass to lean on and offly enough the Predator puts his hand opposite yours, his clawed hands oddly similar despite the huge size difference and three pronged claws. "How was your night?" You ask politely, "You at least get any good trophies?"

The thing walks away from the glass, towards the back wall and peels away at his glove through a process hidden by his huge frame. The only thing letting you know he's removed it is the metal clanking to the ground with a dull thunk. After a handful of seconds spent shielding your eyes as the glass reflects and amplifies a huge ball of blueish green light.

You see the trophy. This predator will never have to hunt again. In his cell, the Queen's head. Polished and preserved, every bit as fearsome as it was in life.

Your face must show your amazement as the predator's clicks sound like laughter.

After the initial reaction, the only desire you feel is to spit and piss on the bitch's skull. Twice now they've wrecked your life - each time most of your companions have suffered. But not you. Never you. "I'd offer you a drink... but don' think even I can get away with openin' a box up." You slur as the predator thumbs in the keys to reconceal the skull occupying half of his box.

Jim. A cold voice echoes. The monsters of the stable falling silent before it's aura of authority, power and utter detachment.


> Director

> Fuck Off

> Silence

> You're interrupting my chat

> Write-In

>>1237013
>Director

>>1237013
>Director

>>1237013
>> Director

> Director

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>>1237114
>>1237095
>>1237085
>>1237121
>>1237121

"Director." You reply automatically.

"Have you realized yet?" The Director says standing next to you as you both stare at the predator.

"What?"

"That this will keep happening to you." Your boss explains curtly, "The supernatural is attracted to people. People like us."

"It seems like it."

"It does not seem like anything. It is." You're corrected instantly, "Were it not for us stepping in at Yellowstone. Your skull would be around his waist. Had we not taken you and Rachel under contract something else would have come for you."

> I can't believe that

> I just have shit luck

> You recruited me

> Write-In

>>1237123
>> Write-In
"Sounds plausible, even if correlation isn't causation. The biggest question is what you want to do about it."

>>1237123
>I can't believe that
I can't let myself believe that.

>>1237131
>this

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>>1237131
>>1237135
>>1237273

"Sounda plaus-" You cover your mouth just in time before burping in the most powerful woman in the globe's face "sible. Correlation isn't causation." A beat of silence between the two of you. "Quesiton is what do you want to do about it?"

The Director looks at you with pity and a lip curled in disgust, "If you're too drunk to see what I imply Jim, then perhaps you do not deserve this warning."

Now that gets your attention, you feel a lot more sober.

"Within the next three years it will be your son and your wife buried. Perhaps zombies, perhaps cultists, perhaps some abomination of science. The fact is, you have the same unknowable quantity in your brain as many have throughout history."

"Unkowable... what?"

Jesus. Abraham. Hailed as prophets for miracles and wisdom." Your refleciton in the glass is doubting James Bowie, Charles De Gaulle, Rasputin. Unable to be damaged or extremely difficult to kill."

"Hold up. I'm some kinda super dude?" You blurt out amidst her rant.

I will overlook that outburst Jim. But were you so lucky to be gifted in that manner. You, attract the supernatural. It is the reason that this Yautja sees you not as a failed hunt, but as an ally. It used you as bait in Yellowstone. She informs you dully.

"Wait I'm a monster magnet? Rubbing your temples does little to disavow the throbbing headache as the Director fucks your mind harder than a ladyboy in Summer.

In layman's terms. In reality, you are the greatest asset this organisation could hope for. Were it not for your gift, you would not be a survivor. You would not have been employed. Had you survived the Xenomorph, your friend here would have gutted you. Had you survived him, I would have ordered you shot. Bringing Rachel along was just leverage to make you think you complied willingly.

Even through the wine, absinthe, vodka, gin, rum, lager, ale and moonshine haze your mind is still sharp enough to notice the irregularity, "You're being ridiculously open and honest. Why?"

"Because last night was a fantastic victory for humanity. But all it did was sweep the board clean in some regards. I need to know if you are still my White King, Jim or if you are in fact the Black Queen."

While the chess metaphor goes over your head you understand The Director is putting her trust in you and testing your loyalty based off of this discussion.

> You call that a victory?

> You've learned something

> What are you suggesting?

> Write-In

>>1237331
>Black or White, I'm on whichever side keeps humanity - keeps my wive and son - alive for just that much longer.
>But being a King? That's the piece that has to hide at the back while all the other pieces get sacrificed so it doesn't get taken, isn't it? I can't sit around powerlessly, knowing I'll just watch everyone else die.
>But you've already guessed that, haven't you? You've learned something. Are you going to tell me what?

> What are you suggesting?
then
> You've learned something

>>1237372
I'm seconding the fuck out this one.

>>1237372
Our drunk wisdom.
Thirded

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>>1237423
>>1237377
>>1237372
>>1237467

A long silence stretches out between you,"Black or White, I'm on whichever side keeps humanity - keeps my wife and son - alive for just that much longer."

"Interesting answer." Is all the Director responds with.

"Being a king isn't me. That's a piece that sits at the back while everyone else gets sacrificed. I can't sit around powerlessly knowing everyone else will die; at least not anymore." Lasping into silence, you can't help but realize something, "You've learned something."

Last night was a victory. A number of traitors to humanity were exterminated by the Ancient Ones hands. We learned that they do not know of each other, they only have their own orders to carry out."

"How did you learn that?"

"A number of security officers were compromised. One was responsible for releasing the xenomorphs three months ago, whilst another acessed Cassie's Server room and injected an unknown compound into her chair." The Director admits, "Ingenius, because Matt Phillips was poisoned by a compound stolen from Rachel's lab. Meaning when his badge was used to acess Cassie's chair eleven hours before the ritual it raised no eyebrows. They're taking bolder moves."

The loss of Matt is another unexpected gut punch to add to the combination, you find yourself taking another swig despite being in conversation with the director, "How did you know about Matt's badge?"

It was found at the site of Valentina and Gray's death. One of the two were in possession of it, painting them a traitor.

> Val? I mean, Sue could never be a traitor.

> Reports had Gray comitting friendly fire while in Bravo; clearly he was eliminating loyalists

> How did we not notice this?

> Write-In

> Reports had Gray comitting friendly fire while in Bravo; clearly he was eliminating loyalists

>>1237494
>How did we not notice this?
>Are we sure it wasn't planted on them? Seems awfully convenient for them to still be carrying it with them when it wouldn't have any further use, at least not without being incriminating.

>>1237494
>Reports had Gray comitting friendly fire while in Bravo; clearly he was eliminating loyalists
> How did we not notice this?

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>>1237584
>>1237569
>>1237536

"We know Gray committed friendly fire. Clearly he was eliminating our loyalists." You answer a tad too quickly, even if you weren't drunk on grief and everything you'd be coming across a bit defensive, "I mean seems convenient for it to be on them. Incrimination."

I am quite disapointed that you would let your penis override your judgement, in a matter this important. Even with a dead woman it seems you have a weakness.

"Weakness? Talking about weakness, how did we not notice this?" You accuse tossing the bottle against the cell in your anger. The Predator watches it shatter against the wall with fascination.

If you have a solution beyond our existing draconian measures James, do tell. I believe I have already shown a willingness to encourage your routine paranoia. In fact, some would argue my weakness is my insistence on you as an asset to be a weakness. She begins walking away. Follow me.

You look at the Director's back leaving you behind and entertain the urge to leave and find the whiskey in your desk. The Predator exchanges looks with you.

> Follow her

> Leave

> Stay here demand to know what else she learned

> Write-In

>>1237627
>Follow her

> Follow her

>>1237627

> Follow her

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>>1238003
>>1237665
>>1237657

You follow her, walking as evenly as you can with a blood alcohol raito of lots%. Beginning, to notice things you didn't before though; the way that the monster's eyes seem to follow - the way the cultist cuts his forearm as you pass and the giant snake's rattle is going a hundred miles and hour.

Jim I'm going to show you two things. First, this. The Director comes to a stop and turns on a heel whilst the mechanical cubes change the selection at the front of the room with the industrial roar of the changing device cries out.

"What's the deal here?" You ask as an empty room slides into view in front of you.

Retirement. If we live long enough to claim it. You and I will be spending our lives in the stable as a monster, to paraded on stage to play our part.

> What do you mean?

> Why do you keep saying us?

> You can't keep me here

> I'd rather die

> Write-In

>>1238280
>What do you mean?
>....
>Do I get to choose or is that already decided? Cause I've always wanted to have a couple extra arms.

>>1238280
>What do you mean?
> Write-In

If it buys more time on Earth for my son.

>>1238280
>What do you mean?
>Why do you keep saying us?

>>1238280
But without moving I'd be a shitty monster! Do those cubes even get room service?

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>>1238353
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>>1238293

"What do you mean." It's not even stated as a question. It's a fact.

Gifted people, no matter the gift always end up monsters. Vampire myths were not allegories for diesease but what happens when someone with the gift for the otherworldy realised their time was up. Werewolves, a curse activated when certain herbs and later certain medicines were taken by those with extreme sensory gifts. I could go on, but it is a pattern that is laced throughout human history and prehistory.

"Do I get to choose this or is it decided?" You counter with as much distaste as you can stomach.

Right now it is optional. Eventually it will not be. The gifted are fated to be the creature. Your gift might be weak in comparison to some, but the quality of the path does not effect the destination.

"Since when do you wax philisophical?

Before I learned the truth I did all the time. Nihlism is even pointless before The Ancient Ones

"Oookay." Is all you muster in the silence of two broken individuals staring at an empty room.

> Wonder if we could use that bed

> What was the second thing

> They're going to get out aren't they?

> Write-In

>>1238455
>They're going to get out aren't they?

>>1238455
> who gave the traitors their orders?

>>1238455
>What was the second thing

>>1238280
>What do you mean?
>Write-In
>"Are you saying that people who are... like us, or like me with whatever this magic magnet is, that we turn into monsters? That for some reason the Old Ones or some other force twists us into one of their tools, one of their nightmare spawnling? Or are we speaking in metaphor here, because having a few more arms might be cool, but being locked in a box for the rest of my days would suck.... but I guess I would probably do anything to buy our world and my family more time." Say it all respectfully ofcourse, not like a drunken rant.

>>1238490
>>1238473
>>1238468
>>1238465

Well this is new.

A Four way Tie.

Shit.

>>1238473
>write-in "So how do I slow it, how do I fight for our side as long as I can, and what type of spookum would let me maintain as much of myself, my personality as I can."
>Also "What was the second thing"

>>1238503
Nah I just voted for something, that earlier post was just a really late response to the previous vote call.

>>1238503
Just roll a 1d4 brah.

>>1238455

> Wonder if we could use that bed

Di we get to roll for what we turn into?

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>1238506
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>>1238521
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>>1238549
1
>>1238490
2
>>1238473
3
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4
>>1238465
5

>>1238506
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>>1238549

"They're going to get out aren't they?" You ask glumly.

The Director sighs, With the forces arrayed against us. I expect our days are numbered, but it will take all of us loyal to humanity working with the utmost ability to survive.

"Sounds like business as usual to me." You admit, some of your swagger coming back as the odds against you are laid bare.

This organisation will be needing that confidence Jim. This leads me to the second thing.

You wait expectantly for more to come but instead you are handed a certificate. A certificate of death for James Franklin Henderson. It is dated tonight for 23:48pm.

> This isn't signed

> What.

> Why

> Rip it up

> Write-In

>>1238574
>...What will you tell my wife?

>>1238574
>....Okay

> Why

>>1238583

Switch to "my family" and I second it

>>1238583
>>1238592
>>1238685
Don't be such whimps guys, could easily be a test
>Write-In. "Why, I am not done and out just yet. I don't see how putting a bullet in me, or pretending to have put a bullet in me will help anyone here. Who could take over the process of overseeing the rituals? No one can do that like I can, as we have seen with the failures at other sites while ours runs smoothly inspite of all the sabotage attempts!"

>>1238574

> This isn't signed

And you better not be planing on haveing work done on my face

>>1238783

She isnt killing us.
Shes just making it look like we died

>>1238793
>Switch my vote to this just so we can move this along instead of pissing off Star with another 4-5 way tie.

>>1238804
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>>1238583


SIMPLIFYING VOTE

> Go along with it, with questions

> Stall

Quote this post

>>1238814

> Go along with it, with questions

>>1238814
>Go along with it, with questions

>>1238814
>> Go along with it, with questions

"I wonder if they'll let us furnish the cell if we go in willingly."

>>1238831

Just booz and druges? And a monster girl?

>>1238859
And a PC with an internet connection to shitpost.

>>1238865

Sounds fun.
Im down

>>1238831
>>1238859
Dudes, what if this is a promotion not retirement.

We might be becoming a new director, she has seen how we have managed to hold together a ritual site through constant sabotage and interference. James might be losing his shit a little, but I dont know if she is ready to retire him just yet.

>>1238892
As far as I can guess, she's testing us by unloading all the truths we'll have to face, knowing that with our death certificate in hand, she can end our life without raising any suspicion should she judge us to fail.

In the event we pass, we'll probably become her agent against whatever forces have been continually sabotaging us and trying to end the world, acting below the radar and with a large degree of freedom - after all, no one would suspect a dead man.

The 'becoming a monster' thing seems like something that won't happen for a while yet. Hopefully.

>>1238814
>Stall

>>1238892
I don't get how it could be. As I understand it we are already in a position we can't retire from so they already have a prepared obituary for us.

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>>1238965

"What will you tell them?" is your first question.

Your cover was the same as Rachel's. Working for a low profit film studio that highlighted the horrible atrocities committed in this world; through documentary, drama and feature film. She reports as if reading all of this off a script Rachel perished after samples stolen from government sponsored militia detonated on set. You perished filming your latest feature film, slated to take Cannes film festival by storm. The scene required an aerial view and you fell under suspicious circumstances. A local hitman will be arrested tomorrow.

"So I would -" You begin

The company you work for will finish your work and you will recieve a posthumous Oscar for best direction and maybe one for contributions to film. Following this, your bopic will be made and will break box office for a non fiction film. Leonardo Di Caprio will get his first oscar for portraying you. You will go down as a Stanley Kubrik esque mysterious genius. We've been leaking rumours about your work, with several acclaimed directors being you under pseudonyms and an actor for public appearances.

"So I'd die doing good and become famous?" You clarify, shaking your hands at the implicaitons. The way for your dreams to come true is to ask for your own death to be faked. Become a deadman and keep saving the world until you become a monster.

Trying to fake a smile in the circumstances is impossible, but you have a couple jokes; "Will I get any extra arms?" You quip.

Jim. Is your only answer.

"I mean at least let me furnish my new room."

You may. We were lining it up for Valentina to be able to visit you, but we will look into escorts or other methods. Limit your abuse of narcotics and alcohol to reasonable levels and further benefits may be requested.

> Sign it

> You swear they'd be in danger with me out there

> I'm sorry but no

> Write-In

>>1238985
>> Sign it
>> Write-In
Will they be safe once i've signed away my connection to them?

>>1238985
>You swear they'd be in danger with me out there
>By the way, who'll be replacing me? In running this place?

>>1238985

> Sign it

I nean come on 2 hands for the sexing, one for thr drugs and one for the booz
As if we will be slowing down

>>1239008

You will still be a director. You just can never leave the site.

>>1239002
That is what option 2 asks.

>>1238985
>>You swear they'd be in danger with me out there
then
>Sign it.

>>1238985
>Sign it

> I bet Max won't mind being sent in every once in a while

>>1238985
>Sign it
>You swear they'd be in danger with me out there

>>1238985
> Sign it
> Write-In
"How is this going to work anyways. I replace your new director when i get chosen? I'm not exactly a serial killer who can do the deeds with my own hands and i cant exactly work without a monster."

>>1239044

Again. This is like house arrest for now. When James starts going crazy serial / monster is when he'll be made to step down.

>>1238985
>Sign it
This is the burden we accepted when we took this job. We have been murdering people for humanity, being a shut-in isn't that bad.

>>1239018
>You will still be a director. You just can never leave the site.
Well I'm glad you clarified that!

>>1238985
>>1239008
>>1239018
I see I've apparently misread the implications. Change my vote to:

>You swear they'd be in danger with me out there
>Sign it

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>>1239002

"You swear without me they'd be safe? That they're in danger with me out there?" Is your final resistance.

Jim. I have been nothing but straight with you.

It's strange, for the first time you feel like you've witnessed the inside of The Director's mind... but that didn't feel one hundred percent honest. "Is Jerry still allowed to see them?"

No. It is too risky. We are going to move them anyway, with the hitman story we can call it witness protection.

"Alright. Kill me." You decide. The Director produces a luxurious ball point black pen andsigns a name on the line. Rolling up the paper slowly, she hands you an electronic scan thing.

Your new house keys is the only explanation you're given as she strides away leaving you outside your new home.

> Jess

> The cheer up crew

> Shooting Range

> Write-In

>>1239086
>> The cheer up crew

>>1239086
>The cheer up crew

>>1239086
>> The cheer up crew

Also get to work setting up your nice new cubicle.

>>1239086
>Write-In
>There's still a few hours left. We still have time to send one last message back to our family. Nothing incriminating. Just tell them how much we love them.


>The Director produces a luxurious ball point black pen and signs a name on the line.
>She is capable of casually forging signatures of licensed medical practitioners, and God only knows who else
How terrifying.

>>1239086
>> The cheer up crew

>>1239110

Doesn't need to be forged when that signature is checked in the system and found to be a well respected doctor who has worked in the municipal hospital for decades.

Considering the powers of the organisation, its not gonna be a problem.

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>>1239096

It is a series of disturbing realizations of just how much in your life has changed witha few swishes of The Director's pen that are interrupted by a text from C45513.

You. Control. Now. Dickhead.

"Well fuck me it never ends."

You head to the elevator, only to be told to fuck off by the big OUT OF ORDER sign that you swear was not there on the way down. Instead you make the ascent on foot, scanning your card for entry to the stairway.

One hundred and seventy three stairs, three vomits, fifteen minutes and a webster's english dictionary of cursing later. You emerge at the Control room floor, where the ultra secure door is wedged open by one of your chairs.

From inside you hear raised voices.

> Eavesdrop

> Enter

> Write-In

>>1239233
>> Enter

Out of fucks to give. Dead man walking.

>>1239233
>> Enter

>>1239233
>Enter

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"I'm here." You announce what you hoped would be grandly, but instead comes out like a rather glum criminal due for the noose.

"AND I TOLD YOU I CREATED IT WITH MY OWN HANDS!" HARRY screams,

"Well Thirty seconds is three zero zero zero not one zero zero zero. If it weren't for that Predator we'd be fucking toasted HARRY!" Cass shouts back slamming her hands on the console spanning the gap between the two.

"Look guys, just chill out okay? We need to come together..." Jerry counsels into the warzone.

"AND WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING!?" HARRY demands with a scarlet face and steam spouting from his ears.

> What are you implying Cass

> Say nothing

> Take not of who's here

> Write-In

>>1239292
>> Take note of who's here

>>1239292
>> Write-In
Get in there and calm the two down.

>>1239292
>>1239316
This.

>>1239316

Seconding

>>1239292
>Take note of who's here
>Then calm everyone down in a controlled and restrained manner

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>>1239433
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>>1239315

Cassie in meatspace.

HARRY in rage form.

Jerry playing peacekeeper.

Truly this is a day of wonder.

"I'm not implying anything im outright saying that -" Cassie begins before you cut her off.

Ice drips from your mouth and cold seems to radiate out of you every pore. HARRY deflates, Cassie ste[s away form the console Jerry just looks stunned, "I would have you remember where you are and what happened today." You intone with all the warmth of the old testament, "I would remind you that we are on the same side, as well as being fucking adults."

Cassie is the first to break eye contact, Jerry could barely hold it in the first place. HARRY meets your gaze defiantly, "We are going to hash whatever this is out. Together."

HARRY opens his mouth but you shut it for him by continuing, "If you don't like that I have the solution." Reaching to your left you peel open the remains of the weapon locker Sue opened for you when she left for her hunt. The MAC10 you borrowed feels right when you put it in your hand, out of the corner of your eye you catch the cold impassiveness of The Director on your usually expressive face.

> Now Cassie, from the start

> HARRY please explain why you're shouting my control room down

> Jerry, the fuck's happening

> Write-In

>>1239465
>> Now Cassie, from the start

>>1239465
>Jerry, the fuck's happening
Best to get the (seemingly) most unbiased viewpoint out in the open first.

>>1239465
>Jerry, the fuck's happening

Start with the moderator first, that way it doesn't look like we're picking sides from the get go

>>1239465
> Jerry, the fuck's happening

>>1239465
>Jerry, the fuck's happening

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"Jerry. Before I hear from the two involved. The fuck's happening?" You ask, tyring to fall back into your old tone for dealing with your friends and only partially suceeding.

"While we were waiting for you Cassie made some crack about you being as bad with time as HARRY. Not understanding I asked what she meant..." He hesitates, sweating slightly, "She says the bomb Demo gave Sue was a ten second fuse and not thirty." He shrugs. "HARRY didn't take kindly to someone saying his art is less than perfect."

"Cass anything to add?" You ask sitting down in your seat, acting as the point of a triangle between her and HARRY.

"Yes. I never accused you of anything HARRY. I didn't know who crafted that bomb." She stops and fidgets with her hair, "I'm sorry if I was a bitch."

"HARRY? Anything to add?"

"The bomb was made on my desk, every part of the construction one of my finest! I may never have shared much time with Susan; but I gave her my best!"

"Alright. So, how did you survive if it was a ten second fuse?" You offer to Cassie.

She hesitates.

"To inform everyone the remaining Hunter team let out a creature which preys on Xenomorphs to aid them." You say, "This has been expunged and you will forget it after this discussion."

"Holy Shit." Jerry gasps.

Cassie looks away awkwardly while HARRY scracthes and subsequently pulls off some of his remaining white hair. "The Predator rigged his console to it when we realized we wouldn't have time. He turned it from a time bomb into a remote detonation. I'm not allowed to describe the hive..." She stops closing her eyes at some witnessed horror, "Really don't fucking want to either. But yeah HARRY something got fucked."

> Who else touched that bomb HARRY?

> Point gun at HARRY

> Technical faults happen

> Point gun at Cass

> Write-In

>>1239465
If Cass is implying that HARRY is a traitor she can fuck right off. We trust him with our lives everytime we gather here. If he wanted to fuck over the ritual he could do it a lot more efficiontly than leting out some xeno. He blows up the virgin, sexually!

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>> Who else touched that bomb HARRY?

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Tapping out for the night. Will resume after work + Logan, so quite a long time. I think the epilogue has really renewed my love for this quest. The break helped too.

Was dangerously close to burning out midway through this ritual.

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>>1239594
>Who else touched that bomb HARRY?
Show me on this bomb doll where they touched it.

Well Ripley already said that either Susan or Grey were a traitor.

>>1239617
>tfw didn't win lewd scenes with JamesxSusan

Why is suffering

>>1239594
>Who else touched that bomb HARRY?

>>1239594
>> Who else touched that bomb HARRY?

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Hey everyone I'm back, writing once I've got some food. Logan was fucking great.

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Okay going to need some 1d20s. Crits priority but second roll counts if no crit

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>>1241891
oh no

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>>1241890
TWENTY

What are we rolling for anyway?

>>1241913

Now that would be telling wouldn't it.

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>>1241890
How many do you need?

>>1241951

I'm writing now.

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"Nobody! That bomb was hand made!" HARRY shouts, you get the sense he's desperate to get off the gallows, but he's not exactly a cunning decietful sneak despite his genius in chemistry.

"Look, Cassie. What more can he say?" You open your arms in palacating gesture.

"You weren't there. It's hard to look past what happened." She pouts.

"We're all here now, that's what counts." Jerry soothes picking up the small girl to which she shrieks and kicks her legs in the air.

HARRY gives you a look of concern which you reply with a shaky thumbs up.

> Where's Maxi Jerry?

> Didn't a bug get in Demo too HARRY?

> It's good to see you in person Cass

> Write-In

>>1241962
> didn't a bug get in demo too HARRY?
Are we going to tell them what we know about traitors and such now? These guys are in the level. Well, HARRY might spill it to someone but we can't pretend the organization is ignorant of its opposition now anyway.

>>1241962
>Didn't a bug get in Demo too HARRY?
Best get the air as clear as we can now before moving on.

>>1241962
>Didn't a bug get in Demo too HARRY?

>>1241962
>> Where's Maxi Jerry?

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Cassie continues to squirm and whine as Jerry bullies her with his hundred and fifty pound half foot physical advantage. So you decide to chat to HARRY, "Didn't a bug make it's way to Demo too?"

"Oh yes! One skittered in and triggered a claymore! was beautiful!" He laughs a big belly laugh and slaps your back, "Was a great learning experience for recruits!"

"What did they learn?" You ask to his delight,

"Two things; always wear safety glasses -" He begins,

"And?" You bite at the brightly coloured flashing bait,

"Acid burns are not conductive to a long life!" He grins at you and you admit you crack a smile.

> Jerry, where's Maxi

> Other Jerry Question

> HARRY Question

> Save Cassie from Jerry

> Write-In

Off to sleep. I fell asleep mid post. So sorry for poor quality.

>>1242167
> Save Cassie from Jerry
> Jerry, where's Maxi

No worries Star, get some rest

>>1242167
>> Save Cassie from Jerry

Everyone needs a beer

>>1242167
>Save Cassie from Jerry
>Jerry, where's Maxi

>>1242167
>Jerry, where's Maxi
>Save Cassia from Jerry

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"Right now, leave the geek alone Jerry." You say digging him in the ribs with your elbow. The chubby intel guy lets out a mighty oomf at impact allowing Cassie to wriggle free from his bearhug and race into Henson's seat.

Your friend's face is red as he struggles to get air back in his lungs, "Where's Maxi anyway?"

"Well when..." He wheezes "we decided to meet up and hang out, I asked her to wait."

Everyone kind of looks away awkwardly, "Why?"

"I honestly didn't know if you consider her a friend. It'd be kinda shitty to impose her on you after last night if you didn't." He looks like he wants to offer some comfort but he's shit at it.

> Invite her up

> Probably best she isn't here

> Write-In

>>1243676
> Invite her up

She's Intel.

We can get her to look into dudes got us.

If she wanted to fuck us, she could do it a million easier ways than what has already happened. Like telling us the Whore was the wrong person.

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"Sure call her up and tell -" You begin.

"She's already got the boze from your locker." Jerry overrules while his sausage fingers type out a text.

"Wait-she-wh-how?" You stutter into mid air.

Jerry looks at you like you're a moron, wait; Jerry is looking at you like you're a moron? How fucking dumb did you just be that Jerry - "she's an intelligence expert with a previous in stalking and mastery of cold reading who wants to jump your dick James." He slowly explains as if talking to a retarded toddler "I think she can work out 69-69-69 is your locker code."

Cassie and HARRY start snickering behind you,"Really?" Cassie asks drily.

"Oh I'm sorry miss; "living computer" please tell me how many 6 number combinations you have?" You snark back.

"She's on-" Jerry begins to be interrupted by the door slamming open and a young woman springint into the room in an old hoodie.

"JAMESOHMIGODIMSOSORRYSUSANWASSUCHAGOODWOMANANDIMISSHERSOOOMUCHYOUMUSTNEEDLIKEALLTHEHUGGLES!" She shouts as she sprints towards you and oh- she's going to -

> DODGE

> Accept your fate

> Write-In

>>1243736
> Write-In

Sacrifice Cassie. The AI has come to life!

Come on. Sacrificing people is what we do. We're the boss because we're the best at it.

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>>1243736

Just to be clear, I mean pull Cass into the way of the oncoming hug. Don't be subtle about it.

>>1243736
>Write-In
Sacrifice Jerry

>>1243746
Jerry is a sub-par sacrifice. Cass will distract her longer.

Also possibility of a threescore later.

>>1243736
> Sacrifice Cassie

Tell her the Whore always dies first. Ignore the hypocrisy.

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>>1243757
Jerry is also /fit/ whereas Cassie has been a neat popsicle for 3 years.

>>1243765

Jerry is /fat/

writing in a bit.

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Give me 1d20 while i aqquire delicious meat. first come first served.

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Cassie

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>>1243770
I thought he got /fit/ last year when he was in fear of losing his life still.

I kind of regret my choice now.

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You manage to pivot and grab the back of Cassie's chair, pulling the spinny chair with all your might in front of you and the charging young woman.

You witness the raven haired stalker and a crate of beers collide with the stunne blonde techie with a detached sort of pride in yourself.

When they go tumbling to the ground covered in sticky beer and dizzily staring into each others eyes a different part of you is looking on.

"Nice." Jerry mutters.

The two of you share a fist bump and eventually the two girls stop blushing in embarressment enough for you all to have a laugh over the incident.

Max tries again to offer condolences, only to sot when you pet her wet hair gently, "Hey. You were willing to stay away if needed and are being supportive. That's enough buttercup." You try to imitate a southern drawl but you just sound like you have a speech impediment. MAx doesn't seem to mind and melts at the affection.

"Hey where's my headpats!" Jerry protests with hands on hips.

"And how come I never got any thanks for saving the base JAmes!" Cassie also adds somehwat slurred. Apparently three years with nothing but nutrifluid turned her into a lightweight.

"My wife gives me enough headpats! But I would still approve of a thumbs up every now and then!" HARRY adds, seemingly oblivious to the joke.

"Well none of you look as cute as MAxi does when she's all pouty!" You protest back only to be overshadowed by; everyone - "YOU'RE MARRIED?"

"Why is everyone suprrised by this?" HARRY grumble-shouts.

You sort of fade into the background as everyone proceeds to get drunker and harass HARRY with all the questions under the moon, appropriate or otherwise. Eavesdroping reveals that HARRY's wife is insatiable in the sack and would probably hang you up in her rape dungeon if she ever got her hands on you.

Scratching her off your list.

> Speech (continues this scene)

> Slink off to track down Jess (Epilogue Progress)

> Write-In

>>1243795
> Write-In

Get Max in on the possible traitor and let her know that something was wrong with the bomb. She's better at interrogation and cold reads than us.

And we can always wipe everyone's memory yeah?

>>1243824

Chem could.

Chem is not your friend and is as such not at this imprompteu party.

You kind of humiliated him live in front of the whole org.

>>1243824
Yeah go with this

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>>1243824

Okay gonna need some calirifcation.
Like you're just going to blurt out to Max there's some traitors or wait for an opportune moment. Because blurting out will be your only option for this moment of the party.

I could class it as voting for speech if you want to be tactful and not socially retarded?

>>1243960
I think as the party winds down and everyone heads out, tell her then after everyone's peeled off to do their own things.

And tell her not to take any action apart from snooping without asking us first

>>1243960
I want to read everyone (that's all the section heads at least) into the conspiracy at some point. Whether it's now (I thought we were up here got devoted anyway, where the fuck did this party come from) or later I don't care.

>>1243960
We should wait until we're entirely alone with her to bring up the subject. Drop a hint to her that we should meet somewhere privately after the party.

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*debriefed

>>1243979
Don't we have reason to trust everyone else here anyway?

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The speech will have a moment half way through, you will get to vote what to reveal at that point.

It's hard to not spoil what's in the next few posts - but I'll lay it out here due to confusion.

> Speech

> Pull someone aside to talk to (Who?)

Quote this post

>>1243985
> Speech

>>1243985
>Pull someone aside to talk to (Who?)

Max, we still cannot be sure we've gotten everyone or precisely how far up this goes

>>1243985
>Pull someone aside to talk to (Who?)
Max

>>1243990
Like I said earlier, the effectiveness that or enemy has hidden from us and screwed us over implies that they know is well enough to know that we are not stupid and thus that we know about them. Having our people operate in the dark at this point is just holding them back. Yes, even if we are not sure of their loyalty because now they won't be able to plead ignorance of a threat when they fuck up and it will be EASIER to spot the traitors.

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>>1243995
So you guys aren't interested in explaining your short sighted decision to continue to keep everyone in the dark?

>>1244019
>short sighted

We want as few people as possible to know we're onto the saboteurs. Max is fanatical about us, and has better intuition than us. We'll let them know what's going on once we know for sure ourselves.

>>1244024
But the saboteurs surely already know that we are "on to them" (which is a generous way of putting it) so we are not gaining anything by keeping our employees in the dark except more micromanaging for us and more inefficiencies around.

>>1244041
We don't know anything about them. Assuming they know about us is a great way to rationalize doubting everybody.

>>1244047
They have been in our organization for years and, despite our paranoia, have managed to remain hidden while actively sabotaging us. How the fuck do they pull that off without having done their homework. Blind luck? No, face it, they know us better than our own mother.

>>1244055
Where does any of this come from. All they would need to be is an unnamed assistant in one of the sections to go under our radar, given that the section heads choose who works under them without being vetted by us; they don't need to know us at all. We have reason to doubt everyone currently present outside of Max, who also has the most investigative potential.

>>1244077
Cassie got drugged and left for dead, HARRY is to simple minded to be in a conspiracy, Jerry could have been recruited when he was sad, Max could have been recruited after being kidnapped.

> choose who works under them without being vetted by us
Then why the fuck aren't we telling them! You have just said we aren't doing all the necessary leg work all in our own and that we are letting our employees either unknowingly fuck us over by not knowing what to look for our knowingly fuck us over by not having checks in place. Given our canon level of paranoia this doesn't seem like it would actually be true.

We have shown by our failures that one man being paranoid is not enough. And the director already said she found multiple enemy agents in this last debacle. Do you really think they think they got away with it with no suspicion? No, they know we are looking for them! Pretending otherwise gains is nothing and is just underestimating them.

>>1244102

We don't need the entire facility going on a witch hunt though, that would affect our ability to pull off the ritual and saving the whole world

>>1244116
Agreed, which is why we should only tell the section heads.

>>1243985

> Speech

>>1243985
>> Pull someone aside to talk to (Max)

>>1244102
Harry has a Wife who is sketchy. Also he's loud and erratic not simple. Dude's perfect for dissemination of false information.

Cass ran our Tech. We determined last thread that she could have fuvked us harder and easier than how things went down.

Jerry might have a grudge against the Company aafter what happened, but we went out on a limb for him.

>>1243985
> Pull someone aside

Jerry. Get him hammered then thank him for his hard work since if he screwed up again it was going to be your neck on the block. You knew he had it in him when he didn't take the easy way out. Mention your legally dead status. Segue into how to approach Cassie?

>>1244555
>Harry has a Wife who is sketchy. Also he's loud and erratic not simple. Dude's perfect for dissemination of false information.
>Cass ran our Tech. We determined last thread that she could have fuvked us harder and easier than how things went down.
>Jerry might have a grudge against the Company aafter what happened, but we went out on a limb for him.
Yeah... but why did you direct that stuff at me? I agree with all that except that HARRY is clearly some kind of autist. One track mind, not picking up on social clues.
>HARRY adds, seemingly oblivious to the joke.

D&D Massively overran will update in a moment but then it's bedtime. Fuck sake it's almost 1am.

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It's five drinks in when you accept a hug from Max and use it to ever so slowly back away from the others, with the tiny hooded... she called herself a Weeabo - is that a race thing?

You have the weeabo. Snapping your fingers in front of her face you make sure she's still awake, "Hey Maxi. You still with me?"

"Senpai, you're dannciiiing is so goooood." She purrs. Holy shit, she is literally purring that would feel amazing on - NO important time!

"Look Max, I need you to focus up. Serious time for just a second." You ask and the girl tries to hold her head up to look at you in your embrace.

"Anything...." She says.

"We have traitors. Since before you got here. You're my intel girl and I want you to help me with this." You explain as simply as you can.

"Of course senpai, special agent M is on the case." She tries to salute in your hug but ends up kind of whacking herself on the face. She'll hopefully not feel that in the morning.

"Hey douchebag." Jerry taps you on the shoulder. "Think they want you to say a few words for everybody we lost today."

"What made you think that?" You reply.

"Cassie is going to bottle me if you don't open up. She suggested it rather subtly."

> Give speech for the fallen

> Give speech telling friends to fuck off

> Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together

Pick Two

Bedtime. Maybe update if not autoaging tomorrow.

>>1245074
>Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together
If no-one else wants to do that I'll support the
>Give speech for the fallen
one.

>>1245074
>> Give speech for the fallen

>>1245074
>Give speech for the fallen
>Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together

>>1245074
> Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together

> Give speech for the fallen

Include the sacrifices. Mention that we are all sacrificing and that expecting to get out of this alive is the wrong mindset. The right mindset is getting everyone else out alive. We should have people on the outside we care about, but if not then we still have people on the inside to care about. We know what we do, why we do it, and that there is no redemption for us for it. But that we can still find comfort in each other and in knowing that what we do isn't in vain.

>>1245074
Before speech - ask Maxi to get a read on people during the part after you toast.

"Ok, everyone...*Tap bottle with pen for attention*. I'd like to say a few words about what happened here.

What we do is HORRIBLE. We all know it. But...we do it for a greater good, that the many may live, and maybe, just maybe, someday we may be free of the ancients, I dunno.

And...this has been the darkest episode in our organization's history. We've lost a lot in recent years, but this is truly the closest we have come to not only failing the ritual, but being hurt personally, as well. I won't blame you if you feel scared - fuck, I sure do. Those are MONSTERS we keep in the stables, and I was locked in here with a Xenomorph Warrior, a MAC-10 and Henson. Thought about having Henson offer to show it his baseball card collection to lull it to sleep. *pause for laugh*

Ok, maybe not quite so funny. Guys, a lot of lives were lost. And...in a fucked up kind of way, this might be good for us. It teaches us humility. It reminds us that we can never feel ourselves above those we sacrifice - we are pawns on the board, too, not the king. And moments like this make heroes - defined as extraordinary action in extraordinary circumstances - none of us would be alive today if this place was not crewed by some fucking big heroes. They could have ran. They could have hid. They did not. They confronted those monsters, and they did their job - they bought our lives with theirs. There are some heroes in the room, too. I'm looking at them. Guys, for what you did, and what you will do, God bless you. I don't know if we have the right to call on God, but God bless you.

So, a toast. To those we lost, Susan, the whole of security, those who weren't lucky enough to be behind men with guns - those in the stables and who were in the wrong place in the wrong time. To those we sacrificed. And to those who survived.

And just in case you think I'm being too flowery, guys, yeah, I'm gonna miss Susan. Maxi, you were right. She was a hell of a good woman, but also she had a FANTASTIC ass and was kinky as hell. CHEERS!"

*pause for drink*

(to be con't)

>>1245074
>Give speech for the fallen
>> Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together

>>1245074
>> Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together

> Give speech for the fallen

>>1245262
At least we didn't get volcanoed, eh?

Are you hijacking the quest? If so
>take maxipad downstairs to show off your new apartment.
Not the penthouse, sadly.

>>1245367
NO FUCKING THE CRAZY CHICK.

Bone Cassie instead.

>>1245262

(con't)

That said, I have some very serious news for you all. Put away the bottles guys, this is important. Before we continue, I need to swear you to secrecy. Can I trust you with that? I'm going to tell you something you can't even talk about in your dreams.

*pause for assent*

Ok. Before I continue, I need to let you know something. If any of you talk about this...to your subordinates, to your lover, even to your teddy bear, I'll know. There are 2 people who know what I'm about to tell you, and there'll be 6 after this. It's a short list. I need to be sure. Can you keep quiet, even if you don't like the news?

*pause for assent again*

Those who died tonight, who died before, all the way back to Chem...did not die by accident. I'm sure you've been wondering about our run of bad luck. The director has been investigating. We're being sabotaged. Chem was the result of an intentional replacement of chemicals into tubes that couldn't hold them, and if nobody else has figured this out, C45513 sure has - security tapes of the stables don't mysteriously go missing, not under her watch. Somebody broke in, set those fucking Xenomorphs loose, and tried to do away with C455. Somebody wants to end the world. FuckmeifIknowwhy.

You're here because I trust you all, and I need you to do three things: I need you to watch your backs, I need you to watch your people, and I need you to keep doing your jobs as you always have, even if you're wondering if you can trust everyone. We are still a team - 99% of the people here believe in what we're doing. If there's any that lived through the last mishap, well, I've already had words with the director over this. I trust her, and I trust that she'll do whatEVER it takes to find those fuckers, and when she does, I think they'll wish they were on the surface instead during the next ritual. If you see, hear, smell anything that worries you, you can bring it to me. We'll work out a code phrase or something.

This is tough stuff to hear, guys. I'm sorry. But now you know what I do. After cleaning up here, i'm going to deal with this as I know best - find a bottle, and hope T-Jay's Whorez 'r Us delivers. I'll answer any questions you guys have."

>Give speech for the fallen
>Give speech telling them about the traitors and sticking together
>>1245367
Hell no, not hijacking. This is my write in.

>>1245459
Well, it incorporates mine so I'll support it.

> Give speech for the fallen
Also we should'nt tell the others about the traitors. Dirctor wanted that fact hush hush.

>>1245526
Because she's the traitor. She doesn't want to end up in a box.

>>1245526
>Dirctor wanted that fact hush hush.
Source? I ain't seeing it.

>>1245459
I'll support this if QM is to lazy to write their own. And I'm not voting for it just because of how bad it wil make Jerry feel. Seriously though "yeah we have had some major fuckups in the last three years ... and the all come down a concerted effort of sabotage. Except for Intel, that was all on Jerry."

>>1245750

Fuck you, Jerry. You stupid fuck.

I'll be resuming once I've got my ankle checked out.

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You rap your new electronic opener majigger against your beer bottle and step up onto a desk away from your pouting little anime girl.

Cassie feebly slurs "Speeech." Before dry heaving

"Okay everybody, couple of words for ya from the mouth of angels." You smile at your attempt the break the warm water. Yeah you really don't need to icebreak this; "What we do is HORRIBLE. We all know it." You catch your reflection in the dull golden liquid of your drink. You are kind of shitty as a person... oh shit speech,

"But! We do it for a greater good, that the many may live, and maybe, just maybe, someday we may be free of the ancients or at least George kills them or something. Fuck knows." You shrug and Cassie tries to crack wise only to be shushed by Jerry. "The past few years have been the darkest in our organization's history. We've lost a lot in recent years, but this is truly the closest we have come to not only failing the ritual, but being hurt personally, as well."

You gulp and bite the bullet, "Susan. All of her teams except Jess, Matt, Stable Steve, Harold, Gretchen, Mary, Mary, Meredith, Gray, I cold go on all night." Genuinely it hurts for you to even think their names, "Surprise, asshole James knows everyone's names..."

A long swig of liquid courage is necesarry for continuing this, "Look I won't blame you if you feel scared - fuck, I sure do. Those are MONSTERS we keep in the stables, and I was locked in here with a Xeno, a MAC-10 and Henson and it almost got both of us."

Looking around everyone's face is kind of, awed, introspective? HARRY looks like there's a storm behind his eyes, "Guys, a lot of lives were lost. And...in a fucked up kind of way, this might be good for us. It teaches us humility. It reminds us that we can never be above the kids. We are pawns on the board, too, not the king like maybe a bishop at best. And moments like this make heroes defined as extraordinary action in extraordinary circumstances - none of us would be alive today if this place was not crewed by some fucking big heroes.

"Jess and Cass could have ran. They could have hid. They did not. They confronted those monsters, and they did their job - they bought our lives risking theirs. While others laid down theirs for the cause."

" To the heroes in the room; I'm looking at you guys. For what you all did, and what you will do, God bless you. I don't know if anyone not Henson has the right to call on God, but hopefully the big man blesses you. Crossing yourself makes your hands itch, which probably is just some superstition and should not be reported to the director.

[CONT]

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Raising your glass to something more somber than your usual fare' "A toast. To those we lost, Susan, the whole of security, those who weren't lucky enough to be behind men with guns - those in the stables and who were in the wrong place in the wrong time. To those we sacrificed. And to those who survived."

Maxi and Jerry are openly sobbing. HARRY hasn't blinked in a long time, Cassie looks like she's not sure how to feel emotions anymore, so it's time to bring it home with a joke; "And just in case you think I'm being too flowery, guys. I am gonna miss Susan. Maxi, you were right. She was a hell of a good woman, but also she had a FANTASTIC ass and was kinky as hell. CHEERS!"

"With all that said, time to put your hearts back in their cages, because I have some very serious news for you all. This is important. Before we continue, I need to swear you to secrecy. Can I trust you with that? I'm going to tell you something you can't even talk about in your dreams." You intone sagely looking as everyone reins in the emotions and looks at you like they'd follow you to Hell and back. Fuck they walk halfway there each year.

"Of course James. Do you have to ask us?" Cassie says. Seeing her in flesh is still weird.

" If any of you talk about this to your team, your lover, even your teddy bear, I'll be the one who is made to put you down. Because I'll know." Threatening your friends is never easy, but somehow their loyal stance remains unchanged. "There are 2 people who know what I'm about to tell you, and there'll be 6 after this. It's a short list. I need to be sure. Can you keep quiet, even if you don't like the news?"

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"Tell us!" HARRY shouts.

"Those who died tonight, who died before, all the way back to Chem...did not die by accident. I'm sure you've been wondering about our run of bad luck. The director has been investigating. We're being sabotaged. Chem was the result of an intentional replacement of chemicals into tubes that couldn't hold them, and if nobody else has figured this out, C45513 sure has - security tapes of the stables don't mysteriously go missing, not under her watch. Somebody broke in, set those fucking Xenomorphs loose, and tried to do away with her. Somebody wants to end the world." It's not often you clench your fists but the bottle in your hand is being tested.

You're here because I trust you all, and I need you to ]watch your backs, I need you to watch your team, and I need you to keep doing your jobs as you always have, even if you're wondering if you can trust everyone. We are still a team - 99% of the people here believe in what we're doing. If there's any that lived through the last mishap, well, I've already had words with the director over this."

The Director is doing whatever it takes to find those fuckers, Hell she#'s even killing me in." You go to check your rolex forgetting it got Xeno blood-ed."Like ten minutes? So that I'm not assasinated or my fmaily murdered over this."

Everyone looks concerned, but beneath the fear you note a glint of determination beneath everyone's gaze - although Cassie's is somehwat blunted by the inability to process the booze in her system. "I know this is tough stuff to hear, guys. I'm sorry. But now you know what I do. After cleaning up here, iIm going to deal with this as I know best - find a bottle, and a woman. Goodnight." You put your hands in your pockets, throwing your beer in the vague direction of the beercan as you walk out of the still ajar control room door. A text arrives on your phone telling you to come to the Armory. It's signed J. Since every other J initialed employee is dead as fuck you assume Jess has some business with you. Probably should give her her promotion too.

> Go see Jess

> Go Bang HARRY's wife

> Go to Bed

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>>1247692
>Go see Jess

>>1247692
>Go see Jess

> Go see Jess

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>>1247818
>>1247793
>>1247741

You grumble, swiping into the stairs. It is a strange thing how much a man misses Ben E King's Stand by Me - elevator music version. But then, when you woke up this morning or the day before or the one before that or the one before that you never imagined climbing up and down two hundred and nineteen steps while absolutely hammered on a quite possibly illegal conconction of alcoholic drinks.

Eventually you arrive rasping and having left a few puddles of vomit on your route. Jess is sitting with a plain black box by her side. "Still alive luv?" She askes with an awkward smile, her brown hair is cut even shorter than usual. Probably not the time to be noticing that or how godlike military life made her legs. SAS bitches be fiiine.

> So about your new assignment (will trigger new vote)

> WHATS IN THE BOX?

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>>1247887
>How you doing?
>WHATS IN THE BOX?

>>1247893

I'm choosing to consider this terrible awkward small talk into box enquiry.

>>1247899

Sounds perfect

Calling it for the epilogue for now. Will continue asap. Need to sleep as painkillers wearing off on ankle.

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>>1248032

Thanks for running Star, hope the ankle gets better quick

>>1247887
Sure >>1247893

>>1247692
Will do. You'll hear from me this weekend.