Mankind has reached its limit, the world of Europa slowly dies under the crushing boot of the global manufacturing regime, and the planet's natural resources run thinner than, even as far to which humanity thought could even be possible. The year is...
"Attention all personnel; it is the duty of the Organisation's logistics and safety bureau to remind you to be mindful of your surroundings, any gas leaks, maintenance concerns or general structural deformity that has occurred is to be reported immediately to your local duty management representative for quarantine and repairs, thank you, and have a safe and productive day working in the level-17 engineering bays."
"Dimitri, hurry up with the bypass, we've already been caught by the grid."
"I'm working on it... knuckleheads have been working hard to keep us away from their precious secrets."
"This is precisely why you're here, so they don't remain a secret any longer..." Vladoskiov was getting impatient, the alarms were already a pain as it was, and the red strobe lighting did wonders worth of blindness to him and his otherwise already diminishing eyesight.
"Well, if you're so deadset on cracking open the code panel; why don't you give the program a combover?" Dimitri's sarcasm couldn't have been at a lesser opportune moment, Vladoskiov was about ready to turn the Groza on the door itself in an attempt that the hinges would just politely come loose at the lullaby of steel banging rapidly on the hatch, Vladoskiov's feet shift over towards Dimitri's direction, intent on executing this thought in practice,
"Don't even think about it blyad," Dimitri's words would register the intent of Vladoskiov without even Dimitri's eyes leaving the screen, the task at hand was more important than stopping for a trigger-happy terrorist, "If you want to go ahead and waste ammunition, you're more than welcome to try shooting the door, but AFTER I'm on the other side, okay?"
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Vladoskiov's annoyance was obvious, but the man restrained himself from doing the deed. The iron door wasn't doing the duo any favours, Ivan and Petrovsky were still casing what was left of the maintenance hall. Even without security officers hassling them, it was a tense environment. The air was stale, and practically all of the engineering maintenance halls looks as if they were Stalingrad's underground tunnel networks, not a pretty sight in comparison with the rest of the settlement infrastructure.
"We let one escape, the boss isn't going to be too happy when he gets word that the Yankees know of our involvement."
"I doubt it, Dimitri, the worker didn't look like he saw our faces, the flashbang wouldn't enable him to look either, otherwise, he would've been in the same boat as us."
But suddenly, the ceiling further down the hallway, followed by the most intense rupture of the roof in a long while... three canisters clang unto the floors, smoke fills the room, a small shadow hopping from the abyss.
It was Dimitri's turn to shift, as he picks up his VAL rifle, pulling back as he turns his back on the laptop, "Der'mo, k tsentru! Otkroyte ogon' po ublyudku!"
Vladoskiov snaps back to reality, as the anxiety has finally gotten him to his wit's end, he raises his Groza, pre-firing before laying eyes on anything worth shooting at, "U menya net vizual'nogo!"
Dimitri takes on the initiative, as he joins in on the parade of downrange hellfire, the irony in his previous statements becoming all the more amusing in Vladoskiov's sub-conscience. Dimitri pipes up during their brief heart to heart with the smoke, "Vy idiot, prosto derzhite Soldat v strakhe!"
A childish giggle creeps throughout the halls, they sent in the military, didn't they?
