More Equal Than Some

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I throw Riley a salute, and follow him out the door* Aye aye, captain. Any idea where exactly we're looking? After all, we don't know who the attacker is. Without motive we don't know targets. *I have a few ideas, myself, but I decide to wait and see if he asks for them. I'm also curious as to how much he can piece together himself.*

[rileywilson]

*I look up at the ceiling, thinking as Orwell is wheeled away. I tell the medics to update me on his condition as soon as possible* Vent system... either he's going for the execs or escaping... I'm thinking we lock down the vent system and run a thermal scan...

[Jonathon Orwell]

*My brain does not want to process anything and that bothers me. Somehow I have ended up on a stretcher and am staring up at the white tiles of the hospital wing. I blacked out sometime between my office and now. Not good. The florescent lights flash by quickly and there is frantic movement all around me. I feel dizzy. I have lost too much blood, that much I realize. There are noises and the loud throbbing of my heartbeat in my ears. There is a slight sting of needles as they pump me full of medication but it is not enough to numb the pain as they poke and pull at the blade still wedged in my chest.*

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[Alexander Ludovico]

*I nod* Thermal scan makes sense. You're missing something, though. Who'd he go after? Orwell. This isn't the lowest floor with offices, and it's not the easiest to get to, so it wasn't random. And he didn't just shoot him and run, which you'd see with a standard assassination attempt. They fought, and the final injury wasn't even guaranteed to be fatal. Surely it would be easier to just slit his throat, or shoot him straight out. It was personal, likely related to a previous killjoy capture. Either dead or escaped is my guess, or the attacker would have been focused on rescue rather than vengeance.

In any case, a lockdown is in order. Whatever they're doing next, it's in everyone's interests to stop it. *Again, I wish Riley hadn't cut up my cord. I really need to see about replacing it... my fingers are itching for something to do.*

[rileywilson]

*I notice Vico figiting and roll my eyes before yelling at a drac to give me his shoe. He looks at me and begins to shake his head before he realizes who I am. He quickly takes off his right shoe and hands it to me. I take out the shoelace and then hand the shoe back to the dumbfounded drac, before handing the shoelace to Vico*

Here, so you can concentrate. Sorry about your other string, shouldn't give stuff like that to me.

*I order a general lockdown through my radio and head for a security office so we can run a thermal scan. Personal or not, the killjoy is not escaping*

[Neon Sky]

*After hearing the alarm come up over my radio I meet with a few Dracs and rush to the scene of the crime. I'm shocked when I see a superior rushed past on a streacher, blood pumping out of him. Without delay I go to walk into the room when I see a couple of men walk towards me, I'm guessing they're higher up then your average Draculoid. I stop them to see if I can be of any use.*

Morning sir, I'm Amy Gray and I've recently been transferd from the hospital. Is there anything I can do to help with what has happend here?

*I give a friendly smile but know full well that this is a serious situation.*

[Masta Destroya]

*finally finds an empty hallway, takes the vent cover off, drops down with a bit less grace than earlier, due to the severe blood loss, finally gains my footing again, hears alarms going off* I better hurry. *takes gun out of pocket, the note Airs gave me for Dr. Fox falls out of my pocket, I start making my way down the hall, looking for a control room*

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I grin when Riley hands me the shoelace, and immediately start knotting it up. Yes, this man definitely has potential... but for now, I need to focus on the job. I nod to the woman who approaches us, but leave the talking to Riley. After all, he's our superior.... ah, who am I kidding? I don't give him a chance to say a word.*

Morning, Amy. I'm Vico, this is Mr. Wilson, co-leader of Crow Unit 8. We've got an intruder moving through the vents. He'll be going.... where willl he be going....? *I'm talking more to myself now, fingers flying over the string* He's either escaping or looking for his next target, and the alarms would make either difficult, as all known exits are being guarded and everyone's all mixed up now... if he can't move freely, he needs a different way to keep control of the situation. Hostage? Possibly, but that would only work with another higher-up, and if no one's where they should be right now, he can't bank on finding one... we should send someone to the prison level just in case, but the chances of this being a rescue are nil. Keeping control of the situation... where does he go - of course! *I jerk my hands apart, unraveling the knot* How stupid of me - he's looking for a security control room, or something of that kind! We'll have to guess as to which one, of course, seeing as we don't know how quickly he can move or how well he knows his way around. Come come!

*I push Riley forward, waving at Amy to follow along as well. If we're lucky enough to actually catch whoever this is, we'll be able to use another gun.*

[Masta Destroya]

*gazes at watch, it reads 4:38:42, can feel myself getting weaker, has passed a few control rooms, security, troop control, medical monitoring, but nothing that can help me* Damn.....*coughs, continues on slowly*

[Sylvia Main]

*The scene is disturbing and I frown when I lift up a foot to find the sole of my shoe wet with blood that has soaked into the carpet. I feel Morand touch my arm and turn my head to watch him jog after the group. I return my attention back to the room, never really a fan of gory crime scenes. I think back to the other day, if someone had stayed behind and left the group they could have attacked him. The only problem is I can't see anyone within that group doing such a thing. They had other things on their mind. I remind myself that I need to focus, that finding the suspect is easier than guesswork so I quickly run after Morand and join the group, looking around warily for any sign of the assailant.*

[Rachel Mahoney]

*i rush towards Orwell's office when I heard the alert go out and quickly find Wilson and Vico when I arrive. Orwell must have already been taken to the hospital but I could smell a thick scent of blood from the office and my stomach turns. Not saying anything, I just head over to Wilson for any orders, quickly swallowing a pill as I go*

[Volume Virus]

*I don't notice as the little search party dashes after me at first, but when I realize that I'm hearing footsteps behind me, I quickly turn and race after them.* Is this about that radio message? If someone is willing to tell me that it was all a cruel joke, now would be the time. *I'm deceptively stoic, seeing as the little person inside my mind is running around in panic.*

[Masta Destroya]

*find a few more rooms, marked as Radio Broadcast Control, Television Control, and Radio Monitering Control, respectively, can barely walk, needs to use the walls for support* I'm getting close, I think. *coughs*

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I stop moving when I notice the swarm of assorted draculoids growing around us, and take a step away from Riley, though I'm itching to get going. Every second we waste here is a second the killjoy could be doing more damage.* Well, now, getting a bit crowded, are we? I'll leave the delegating up to you...

[rileywilson]

*I think for a second before speaking* Mahoney, Pacis, go to the floor below and do a sweep. Morand, Main, take the floor above. Grey, you're new, so follow Morand and Main*I delegate the remainder of the floors to the rest of the unit, saving floor five, where the thermal scanner controls are, for Vico and me*

Keep in radio contact and be prepared for my signal if the thermal scan is successful. Shoot on sight. Got it? Move out!

*I lead Vico to an alternate stairwell so we can get to floor five as quickly as possible. The actual room is unmarked. Only the unit leaders and above get access to the special equipment in this room. I talk out my card and swipe. It beeps happily and suddenly we are in a room that probably takes up about a sixth of the floor*