<b>On the other side of the facility...</b><br/><br/>The Centaur was dead... Deader than dead... Now, Santa could smell it as well. It reeked of death and decay. Whatever the body that it was feasting on, was also long decomposed... not just decomposed but rotten. To the point that there seemed to be smoke wavering above it. Upon closer inspection, Santa would notice that tendrils and tentacles that extended from the arm from the creature had seemed to be biologically attached to the decayed body, unidentifiable now as a man except for a scrap of uniform.<br/><br/>The hallway ahead was quiet and clear of movement.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>