Blood steadily drips from the stub where Casey's hand had been as he retraced his steps towards where Dominic lay against a wall. Casey's cybernetics report his body going into shock with early symptoms of blood loss beginning to become apparent. Reaching his downed deputy he pulls from one of his pockets a morphine pen dosing it appropriately for Maddox. Stabbing it into Maddox's leg while ignoring the deputy's groans of pain. Casey pulls Maddox onto his back and proceeds carry him pushing past through the stress put on his body. The increased effort causes the bleeding of his arm to increase dramatically and at this point the morphine made Maddox lose his cognitive abilities. As Casey continued to trudge on he found himself reliving his memory of carrying his special forces team leader twenty six miles to the nearest F.O.B. Saving the young lieutenant's life and earning himself the congressional medal of honor in the process. Casey looked up from the imaginary desert road walking as the hallway faded back into view he thought he saw a dark figure dart around a corner. When he reached the corner he gave a curious glance and saw no trace of anyone around him. He promptly decided to press on assuming he didn't have as much time as he did when he was younger. Catching up to the rescue party that had found Mongrel in the hallway meeting them at the door. The paramedics rushed to aid him as he collapsed under Maddox's weight and strain of the incident at the last door leading out of the facility.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Sabina smiled as she dropped the board game hearing the all clear and Kira's question. She turned to leave the safe room and spoke to Kira happily,<span style="color: #FF00FF">"He joined the Army. He's a medic and I think he is doing training at Fort Irwin right now. My parents were never happy with his decision though. They thought he was wasting his potential. He always wanted to help people but my parents never understood why he didn't go to medical school and become a doctor."</span>A tone of puzzlement permeated her last sentence as she tried to reason out his decision in her mind. They returned the bizarrely ordinary suburban house contrasted with safe room bellow them.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">"You will die at agent Norton's hands. It cannot be avoided, Aimpoint you will die by the hands of your-"</span>The amorphous blob of darkness spoke until he was interrupted Dr.Mieszaniec yelling in Polish something to the effect of,<span style="color: #FF0000">"NOT TODAY SATAN. YOU ARE CAPTURED AND BY GOD I WILL KEEP YOU HERE."</span>The doc's hand slammed down on the table and for a split second the mere evoking the idea of a God seemed to make the fearsome monster of the twilight seem a little bit less threatening. Dr.Mieszaniec sat down intensely staring at his foe behind the sealed door. He spoke calmly again with a hint of animosity towards the shadow,<span style="color: #FF0000">"What we know about it is that there were legends of dark creatures wandering the forests of Europe. Worshiped by pagans until being driven into hiding by the early Christians spreading their religion during the collapse of the Roman Empire and the Dark ages. They were apparently hunted to extinction by a French holy knight only referred to as 'Paladin'. I guess this one escaped its right demise. This one has only referred to itself as the Shadow King of the Blackforest. This one was rediscovered when it decided to use a soldier as a host to feed on others. When the disappearings followed the soldier's unit back to the states it was discovered by investigators and brought here. I was hired on to the project to find a way to kill it but no luck so far."</span><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Progeny and his posse followed the trail of blood to containment block of the lizard man. They stopped in astonishment at the horrific sight ahead of them. The Plexiglass containment cell had its doors forced open and the occupant had been turned into a messy nest of meat. The Rake happily danced about in the gore until it realized the seventeen pairs of eyes staring at it. It prepared to charge them and then it shuddered to a stop. It seemed to panic for a second before it erupted from the inside out in a fiery cooked mess. While Progeny was confused he wasted no time,<span style="color: #8000FF">"Torch the gore. All of it. We can't take any risk of it being cloned, again."</span>The infantrymen rushed forwards and put their flame throwers to work burning everything they could. After a couple minutes of sustained efforts nothing remained besides a pile of melted plexiglass and ash on the floor.