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A pair of Imps were scrounging through a dark research room full of dead researchers, their bodies burned to a crisp or dismembered in a variety of grotesque fashions. Many leaned over desks, their blood staining important papers. A body even hung by it's entrails from the ceiling, a steady drip drip drip accompanying it's sight. One Imp grabbed an arm up off the floor and sniffed it before promptly dropping it at the distant sound of a shotgun blast. Both Imps seemed to growl a bit and took combat stances in the middle of the room.

Both jumped back in what appears to be fright as the double doors of the room are blasted open by The Doom Slayer who was busy sawing a Hellknight in half with his chainsaw. Before the Imp's could react their heads were blown clean off their bodies as The Doom Slayer put away his chainsaw and took out his assault rifle, planting precise shots between the two Demon's eyes.

The Slayer quickly looked around the room, but spotted nothing but human corpses. He looked down at them for a second, then started to walk towards one of the doors at the opposite end of the room. Just before opening it, however, The Slayer stopped with his hand hovering over the handle. A loud strained wheezing could be heard from the other side of the door. The Doom Slayer paused for three seconds, the lept back bringing his rocket launcher to bear. He fired three shots.

The wheezing, and the door, disappeared with the first rocket leaving the other two to fly down the hallway beyond where the screams of Demons were cut off by two explosions. The Slayer quickly ripped away the remains of the door and rammed his combat shotgun through the now scorched hole. He cocked his head, then turned around with enough speed to make him seem a blur, aiming his gun. Nothing. The Slayer looked around and seemed confused, then shook his head and exited the research room through the destroyed exit.

A few minutes passed then several flashlights appeared where The Slayer had originally entered. Passing over the dead Hell Knight and destroyed double doors, several dozen MTF operatives fanned out and secured the room.

"All clear here." One of them announced after checking the two dead Demons on the floor. He then looked to the hole that once held a door. "Sam?"

"Two more dead down the hall. I think. Maybe three. It's paste." Grimised the MTF.

Dr. Hayden, accompanied by several more MTF entered the room. "Good. He works just as fast as I'd hoped. Communications should be in the opposite direction. Our daring companion will take the rest of the facility, but I must direct him in doing so."

The coms crackled to life. "Oh I don't think so Dr. Hayden."

Surprise leapt to Dr. Hayden's face, then furry. "Dr. Bright? Explain!"

"Don't think I never got ahold of your research notes jackass. You're trying to do a little cover up operation, aren't you? You'll use THE DOOM SLAYER to help fix your little mishap if I let you take control of this station." Dr. Bright said smugly.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was outside the facility when this occurred." Dr. Hayden countered, his voice calm, but not calm enough to hide a seething rage.

"And what a coincidence that was!" Dr. Bright began doing a terrible impression of Dr. Hayden's voice. "Oh Oliva please fuck around with Argent Energy unsupervised while I just leave with this Demon in a box, thanks."

"Relinquish communications to me or I will purge you by force and have you terminated by your coworkers!" Dr. Hayden snapped.

"Oh I wouldn't try that Hayden." Dr. Bright replied before starting to chew on something, making loud crunching noises. "Mmmm. Avocado toast isn't as good with this mouth."

"And why would that be? You're one man. I have an entire squad of MTF plus an army outside. Don't be a fool. Hand. Over. Your. Station. That is a direct order." Dr. Hayden threatened.

"Oh sorry. You want my resume? Ok. One: I'm smarter than you. Two: I didn't help cause this containment breach. Three: I COULD just tell THE DOOM SLAYER about what you did." Dr. Bright said, then continued to chow down.

Dr. Hayden's face went pale.

Dr. Bright finished his toast, then gave a chuckle. "That's more like it. Oh, and for your information Dr. Hayden, you can't make me commit suicide. All my 'coworkers' are either dead, or me. So surprise because the highest ranking member of this organization in the facility that isn't a complete dumbass is yours truly. Us truly. We truly?"

"You'll pay for this." Hayden growled.

"No that'd be our taxpayers. Anyways, see ya Hayden. I've got a DOOM SLAYER to assist." The coms crackled off.

Several MTF personnel were exchanging glances.

"Why does he keep saying Doom Slayer so dramatically?" One asked.

"You've never met Dr. Bright have you?" Another responded.

Dr. Hayden turned on his heel and headed for the blasted down door. "We'll sort this out later. For now we help clear the facility and secure any remaining asset. Move out!"

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