The arrival of the others was just how Sasha predicted. She shook her head as every single one of them spewed everywhere on the platform as soon as they materialized.

"I didn't think there would be that much turbulence. Is it always this way?" Kid wiped his mouth and stood up from kneeling over.

They were in a room exactly like the one they had just come from. Everyone began to slightly relax after a minute or two of silence. Sasha coughed lightly and Nathaniel touched her shoulder gently and looked her in the eyes. She grinned at her twin.

"Ahem." An unfamiliar voice chimed in.

They all stared open mouthed at a man in a wheel chair type thing, with his waist down missing. The chair was connected to him, functioned as if it was his own real extremities.

'Sick!' Kris thought, inwardly recoiling.

"It used to be worse." The man who was attached to the wheel chair contraption answered the Kid's question. Sarge leaned slightly to the side to get a better look at the machine. "Worse than this?" Kid asked feeling sick again.

"Even UAC can make the slightest miscalculations." The curious looking man replied with a smirk on his face. His arms were folded across his chest.

"What do you mean by that?" Kris asked this instead of Kid who began vomiting again.

"It means he went one place, his ass went another." Reaper said nonchalant.

"Welcome to the Mars Facility Arc Gate. The name's Marcus Pinzerowski. You may call me Pinky." With that the wheelchair turned Pinky around and started rolling on its own accord down a large corridor to another chamber with a vault like door. Pinky wheeled behind a chrome steel desk where computer screens were coming online. "Okay, let's check your kill cams."

Sarge looked at his team who returned the eye contact. "Circle up." The team formed a circle in front of Pinky's desk and on the count of three faced their gun barrels at the opposite person in the circle.

"Kill cams online." Pinky said. They shouldered their weapons and Sarge gave the order for Mac to stay behind with Pinky.

"Open the door," was the next order out of Sarge's mouth. Pinky motioned for Mac to go to a computer screen next to the door and press a button to open the vault like door. The door opened and it looked as if steam shot out of it signifying that it was probably air locked. Sarge led the way through, and around a wide corner which led up a set of very wide stairs. The stairs took them a short way up onto a flat open area where people bustled about. A man came up to the team saying that their guide was coming soon. Sarge informed him that they were at a level five quarantine and that he should not let anyone leave.

"Any ways . . .Ah yes, here she is." A woman in a white lab coat and casual attire strolled up to the group with a feint smile on her lips. She had blond hair tied back into a high ponytail, and her complexion was fair and slightly pale. John tensed up.

"Samantha. . ." She looked at John.

"John. . ."

Duke looked from Samantha to John and back.

"Follow me." The man said and led the way into another area.

"Now how could you let a nice piece of ass walk away like that?"

"Pfft. I thought you liked my ass!"

"She is my twin sister." John growled.

"Damn! Twins! Man that is the second pair we have now!"

"Jeez Duke. . ." Sasha shoved him slightly. She and Nathaniel checked their handcrafted guns.

"You know I've always wanted to ask you two about those things."

"Well they are hand-crafted by me and my brother. They are suited to our abilities on shooting. Mine has a high tech scope that can pinpoint a targets weakest areas the second it is visible and in range of my scope. Nathaniel's gun is like a machine gun while mine is more of a snipe. We both never miss as you know. And as for bullets they can shoot regular clips. . .Or our hand-made 'Surge' bullets." Sasha said quickly. Everyone was listening, even a few of the workers stopped to listen.

"The 'Surge' bullets contain a type of nuclear energy that causes a target to explode. . .Or implode, depending on the object. It is very effective." Nathaniel put in to add to what Sasha had been explaining.

"Have you considered making weaponry for us?" A scientist asked.

"You already have some of them in the facility. I used to work with Kevin and Derrik Hunt on advanced weaponry/artillery. I do not know if you remember me but my name is Sasha Collins."

"Ah yes, we have heard of you and the many models and designs you brought to us to further develop the distinct abilities of each gun. Oh my, I must be going. We will chat again." He and the two other scientists bustled off again. The team stared at Sasha.

"What?"

"I never worked here." Nathaniel shrugged hiding a proud smile.

"I have told you this before! I feel like a damned rookie again. . ."

"Don't worry; from that display just now I think we can tell you are no rookie." Samantha said smiling. It was a sort of compliment. John stayed silent.

"Alright, we are going in." Sarge said in his deep commanding voice.

"I'm coming too." Samantha said.

"No! It is way too dangerous." John growled.

"Actually John, she is coming. She has her orders and we have ours." Sarge said and that was final.