<span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">The Questioner was unhappy. As always. Sitting on a 'throne' that was little more than a glorified plastic chair, drumming his talons against the desk in front of him, he stared boredly past his bone mask at the quivering, bloody man before him. The man was begging for... Something. The Questioner wasn't really listening. Food or mercy or death, probably, those were what these humans most begged for in his experience. Oh, sure, you might think that giving them a bit of bread or holding off on one of the daily beatings would get you some kind of reprieve but no, they always just asked for more. What greedy children, he often thought, no wonder Hell was here to straighten them out.<br/><br/>As the prisoner began to cry, the Questioner yawned. Loudly, and at length. "That's probably enough for today, Mr... Tucker," he said, checking the names on his list and reading off the wrong one incidentally. "We'll continue this when I have nothing better to do." He waved his hand dismissively and the man was dragged out of the room, screaming and pleading even as he was. The Questioner pressed his talons to his temple, fighting off a persistent headache. He hated his job, he hated it so much.<br/><br/>When he opened his eyes again, the Questioner had only a second to register the blade sticking out of his neck before, with a jerking rotation, his head had been cut from his shoulders and rolled to the floor. As the demon's body spasmed on the throne, a gloved hand reached past it and began tearing through the papers on the desk. <span style="color: #00BF00">"No, no, nope,"</span> said a female voice, until the right page was found and pulled off the desk. <span style="color: #00BF00">"Got it."</span> There was a quiet static, for a moment, and then a response. <span style="color: #00BF00">"Yeah, cell block D. Probably best to flip the master switch and unlock every cell if you can find it. I'll get up a floor and draw some of them toward the windows, the gunnery team can handle it from there."</span> More static. <span style="color: #00BF00">"I'm always careful."</span> And then the figure was gone the way she had come.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*     *     *</div><br/><br/>Keshki had spent what felt like an eternity working to get up to the fifth floor. He'd taken shit from the Questioner wordlessly for ages, poisoned the last two demons who'd managed to get this position and jumped the boss at the last piss-poor excuse for a party. Now though, it was all worth it. Now he had a view, a mug with 'BEAST BOSS' printed on it and a faux golden placard above the door to his office, <span style="font-style: italic">KESHKI KEVEEL, SPECIAL PROJECTS MANAGER</span>. This was bliss.<br/><br/>Until, with a crash, the window he was so proud to have broke inward, revealing the figure of a darkly dressed woman. She had on a baseball cap, a darkly-colored jacket and jeans. Her hands were gloved and she was wearing white sneakers, but it was her accessories that most struck the demon. She had a machete, presently sheathed, and strapped to one of her legs was a bundle of something that looked distinctly explosive. She raised a finger to her lips and grinned at the shocked creature, scanning the room for weapons. None that were apparent. Of course the demon himself might be naturally armed with any array of powerful abilities, but something about the way he was hyperventilating had the woman fairly sure he would be no trouble.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"I just need to remove the wall,"</span> she said dismissively as she walked past him. <span style="color: #00BF00">"I would get out right now, though."</span> Keshki was up and running to the door immediately, she shouted after him <span style="color: #00BF00">"make sure to tell your friends!"</span> Then she got to work, quickly threading the explosives along the wall and setting them to trigger as soon as the door was opened. Then she was out the way she'd came again, this time hoping to get down to the first floor and find the access to the vault of prison blocks built underneath the office.<br/><br/>A minute or so after she'd set the explosives, a series of BOOMing noises told her someone had triggered them. This of course was followed up by a hail of gunfire from the building opposite, where the fire team had been set up and waiting. So far so perfect. She smiled to herself, something told her that demon in the office hadn't even warned the others about the explosives he saw her with. Some of them were such amazingly selfish creatures.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*     *     *</div><br/><br/>While things were going well for the strike up top, completely taking the demons by surprise, it would be only moments before a demon counter-attack was in full-force, so the gunners were already relocating. And, unfortunately, while the others had successfully opened the cages in Cell Block D, only a few of the prisoners were in any state to run out on their own. This delay was going to cost them. But that wasn't the worst of their problems. From the fifth floor, a shaking demon, clutching a mug with 'BEAST BOSS' printed on it tightly to his chest, flipped a switch of his own. Two hidden doors opened in the far end of each cell block, revealing snarling, snapping mouths and ridged spines. Somewhat canine, somewhat feline, and completely horrific, a monster emerged from each doorway. In the first three cell blocks the two fought each other until one was dead, their attitudes had yet to be adjusted. In Cell Block D, however, the two fiends were momentarily reconciled by the sight of prey. With a shriek, they tore towards the resistance members who had infiltrated the block and tore them to pieces.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*     *     *</div><br/><br/>The woman with the machete heard the slaughter through the radio she had over one ear. There was no chance to identify what was happening, but it was clear the team below her was dead. Unfortunately, however, she had already made it to the ground floor, and was in the process of charging the doors that led down to the blocks when the massacre happened. Thinking quickly, she took a hard right and slid under a burst of gunfire from the hallway ahead of her, throwing her machete into the guard and pulling it from his chest as she continued to rush past. This was no good, even if she got out she would be on the wrong side of the structure, away from escape. She had to keep running...</span>