Dalia felt her demonic side stiffen, and her body responded to it. A massive amount of chaos had erupted at the closest checkpoint. And that could only be explained by one demon: Shea. "Damn it!" she growled as she lunged out of the cell, picking up a firestar, sawed off shotgun, a browning, holsters for each gun plus a couple boot knives, and a syringe at the guard room. After assuring herself that each could be drawn with ease, she dashed off in the direction she had felt the presence. Luckily she didn't have to go far.<br/><br/>The marine laid there, his mouth agape and eyes dead as a doll's.