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Xander Morhaime:
(Taking over from our MIA Journey for the civvie survivor.)

Bob sat down heavily in one of the monitoring station chairs, shaking his head. "I swear I don't know. The day of the attack, we had this... small-scale alert, told non-essential personnel to return to their quarters. Short while after that... the general alert kicked in," the man pointed at the monitors behind him. "I've no idea where they came from, first time I saw them they were already... god... already in the security tower."

At the mention of the labs, the man seemed to tense up. "Ah... not so much. I used to help out some in the tech labs, they, uhh... This is all strictly confidential, I hope you realise... they were mucking about with some sort of new bullet, new gun..." the man ran a hand nervously through his hair. "Don't know about the biolabs. Heard about some implants, but... nothing... nothing like those things. You don't really think they could be from there, do you?" he asked, shaking his head, looking rather spooked by the possibility.

Gargulec:
Quickly, Shioban pulled her colt from the holster, and aimed at Bob's head. 'For your information... I do not care if any info is classified. Fill us in with what you know, or get shot. Your choice.'

Malek Deneith:
- Put that down marine - you're the one that's supposed to keep civies alive, not shoot them, remember? And even if you don't I certainly won't allow for that... - Hagazi raised his own rifle - Now as for you Mr. Smith, you need to consider one thing - keeping secret information secret is probably important in your job, but right now we're all facing death - and what we don't know we can't defend against. Your choice...

Xander Morhaime:
The civilian practically jumped out of the chair at the sight of a gun pointed at him. "For fuck's sake! My job was to fetch a spanner, sweep the floor and watch fucking monitors! I - have - no - fucking - clue what those things are, where they're from and if we had anything to do with them!"

The man then slumped back down into the chair, panting. "Should've just let you jarheads blunder into a pack of those creatures on the way here. This is the thanks I get for getting you this far. Or helping you find food... bet you'd have had a fun time searching the storage tower without me to tell you where to find the manifest," he said with a sneer.

Gargulec:
Shioban sighed, and secured her gun.
'Sorry for that' she muttered. 'It is just the streak of absurdly unlucky events that made me act stupidly. I beg you pardon.'

Shioban then holstered the pistol.

'Still, I don't like you, corporates. You are all too Commonweatlthish... By the way, I assume that you can tell us which corporation runs this place? Ifigenia Thethis? Schroeder&Haikatsu?'

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