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fifteen and don' look at me not my idea of a fun time [Despite hey baddies to kill, but she totally wasn't expecting the whole matrixish nightmare to go with it.]

I don't know. A lot? I really don't have time to count them right now!

[Fires off a volley, then changes clips with smooth efficiency.]

But zombies. Why does the Mark have zombies as his defense against extraction?

Yeah, a lot. Brilliant. I'd figured that out already, dear.

If you knew then you shouldn't have asked. Make them go away!

[She closes her eyes a moment before coming out of her cover to fire off a clip before ducking again.]

Oh screw it, he's a survivor of one of the incidents. It's why I was hunting him down, damn bastard had the worst luck being in a coma. I really need the information he has too.

Edited 2012-08-15 16:13 (UTC)

[He sighs and counts how many zombies remain. Unless there is an endless supply, the total is now twelve.]

Marvellous. We can't get the info from a zombie, since they aren't very much into conversation, and the Mark has buried himself in this chaos.

I'm not in control of them. They belong to the Mark, his dream security. We have to kill them, as it were. Bloody projections.

The lab. We find the lab we'll find the Mark. [She slapped another clip in.] Go, I'll be right behind you with luck he won't let them know how to open doors and we can try to figure out exactly where to go. We still have time right?

Doors. [Another sigh as he readies himself.] Let's hope it doesn't occur to him. And yes, we have plenty of time.

[He bolts for the building that apparently has a laboratory.]

[She gave a ten count covering him, best she could bolting for the door once she saw him go through. There was no way she was going to stay outside with limited ammo after all, not to mention she knew the Mark. She really didn't want to be in his head alone, not with some of the things she knew he had created in the lab.]

[The lab that they weren't standing in...] Okay I know Umbrella likes their fun and games, but staircases to nowhere? Please tell me this is your dream weaver or whatever they're called's doing.

((ooc: No idea what I'm doing :P))

Okay, so you kill them and I hide behind you? Just saying, I'm not the worlds best shot.

[Eames sighs and decides that the drums in his head can stop getting louder any time now. Damn headache.]

Paradox. Delightful. This wasn't part of the design.

[He considers the various stairs, but knows they won't go anywhere useful.]

I wonder if our Architect has been compromised...

(( OOC: Worry not! You're improvising splendidly! My apologies for the mighty delay in replying. Life and being abducted to a cottage with no Internet interrupted my tagging. :) Are you okay for continuing or would you rather not? ))

Edited 2012-09-05 13:38 (UTC)

Fine. You hide, I kill. Sounds very Tarzan and Jane, doesn't it?

(( OOC: My apologies for the mighty delay in replying. Life and being abducted to a cottage with no Internet interrupted my tagging. :) Are you okay for continuing or would you rather not? ))

[Sherry popped a fresh clip into her gun, something to at least calm her]

I'd hope not, always hated these things at the dentist's office.

[She was looking around carefully.] Take it that's bad if they are... Unless we managed to trip something in his head. He's fond of puzzles. [Though she really doesn't want to deal with anything the target's thought up after the zombie hoard.]

We try our luck with the hoard?

((ooc: I'm fine with continuing I know all about that kinda thing.))

No, it sounds very... Yes. It does. But you're so much better at this than me.

((OOC: It's fine! I get kidnapped by real life all the time. I'm all for continuing.))

[He isn't going to ask about the dentist. If she sees strange things while under anaesthetic, that's her business. Eames scans the stairs as best he can, checking for hostiles. The zombies seem to be outside the building, not inside. Not yet, anyway.]

Bad. Yes. It might not be the Architect, though. Perhaps your Mark knew we were coming and planned something... special.

[He gestures back to the street with his gun.]

I'd rather not go out there again if we don't have to.

Why are you here, again?

[Who needs to be under, some have weird posters to distract patients anyway.]

Only way to know is to find him right? Or pull out, I'd rather not do that would give him the chance to actually plan something. [She bit her lip a moment thinking.] Well guess we can always hope for a door. Might be marked with a red and white insignia.

[She shot Eames a grin.] Aw, not their fault you'd be so tasty. [Yeah bad time for a joke, but hey gave her a moment to collect her thoughts.] Shall we try East? Gets us away from the door at least.

[He nods.]

And finding him is proving to be rather difficult. Pulling out isn't an option. And I should imagine they don't really care what either of us might taste like, as I doubt they have sensitive palettes.

[He steps toward where 'east' should be.]

Yes, the best we can do is carry on.