He ran over, taking aim and shooting a soldier's hand off. "Uh, Mr. Cellophane, level 7. Firearms expert. My purpose? To survive," he said, once he was hiding in cover with her. "And to find the other players." He took out another three soldiers in quick succession. "And I assume your objective is the same?" Level 8 Viruses...he was fairly close to level eight, but still. Viruses were nasty.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Jennifer grinned. "Hell yeah, I can do that." She paused. "I'll just bust the hinges, instead of taking out the whole door." She stretched out a hand and concentrated. The pins of the bunker door exploded into shards. The door wobbled, then fell over. She pointed her gun in. A voice in her helmet said, "Remote ignition power, 94 percent." She noted the number. It wouldn't do to waste her energy on the first level. She was also worried about the Viruses. She had two levels to go before level 8; would she lose her first life here?