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"Mutagen." Oricai said simply as the jar emptied into the tube. "Its what keeps my mutations under control. If you ever see my computer turn black, get as far away as you can." The metalic tube released its grip on the jar and dropped it on the floor. Oricai reached back up and grabbed another jar, this time it was filled with a clear liquid. "This is the sedative that keeps me calm. If I run out of this, I'm like a crocodile that just chipped a tooth on your head." again another tube shot out of his pac and began draining the jar.

Oricai chuckled and showed him his wrist computer. "Do you think I would get on a government ship without a back up plan." He pressed a button and a blue hue shot from the screen. "Girl get online." There was no answer just the blue light. "Girl!" Oricai shouted into the light. Instantly a figure of a woman appeared.

"What?" The woman asked, obviously annoyed.

"I need you to tell the boys down in the other lab to send a transport to get me and a few survivors out."

"Did you find Nayia?" The woman asked

"Yeah... you could say that." Oricai said rubbing his neck in frustration "Just tell them to lock onto this location and send it."

"Yes, Commandant." The image of the woman dissapeared into his wrist.

Oricai looked away from the screen and looked at gerard who looked like he was shocked. "What?"

Gerard rested the rifle on his shoulder.
"When I quit S.O.R.U., I was making a statement that I not only wanted to part from the government, but also from the entire virus situation. If I ever get out of here, I'll not be involved again. Perhaps an identity change would keep from the government's radar."

Clark busted through the door, aiming his assault rifle quickly from around the corner of the doorway. "All clear..." he muttered as he noticed more bodies of dead Lickers around the floor. There were metal spiked protruding from out their skulls. Clark could tell it was undeniably the signature handiwork of Naiya. "She's gotta be close..." he muttered to himself as he slowly stepped inside the lab and began looking around...

Clark continued to make his way around the lab, going about his movements carefully and stealthily. Suddenly, Clark heard someone yelling, followed by the sound of a loud banging noise to his right, as something seemed to have smashed into the wall adjacent to him. Clark jumped, startled by the sudden noise as he instinctually pointed his rifle in the direction of the noise. There was dead silence. Quickly, but quietly, Clark began dashing across the room until he came upon the door that lead to the other side of the wall. He opened the door slowly, and silently crept inside...

Clark pressed himself up against the wall, as he peeked around the corner slightly and saw a woman. He saw her from her backside, and she appeared to be wearing a Japanese oriental robe of some kind. Naiya...? he internalized. Last time Clark had seen her though, she was naked. Was this the same woman? The clothing seemed very out of place in this atmosphere. Maybe she was a civilian. She didn't appear to be armed, but Clark stayed on his guard. Maybe she was a zombie. Clark pointed his assault rifle at her from around the corner. "Hey!" he called out to her.

"It's Peter Pan." Clark replied sarcastically to the female as he steadied his rifle, keeping it locked on her. "Who's there?" he retorted as he continued to try to make out just who the woman was. It was then that his eyes took in a load of her CHEST, and he knew it was Naiya. But now the question was... was she still pissed off? Clark hadn't forgotten about that nasty blow to the stomach, not to mention the concussion she had given him not too long ago.

Clark let out a tired sigh as she remained a mute. She hadn't hardly uttered a word through this whole ordeal. He noticed that she wasn't relaxing her gun, so he wasn't about to relax his. "It's me, Naiya. Clark." he said to her as she sat on the table and seductively crossed her legs. "Don't you remember? New York? Last year? Any of it?" he said tiredly. Getting through to her seemed pretty much impossible lately. "I came to get you out of here."