Delilah thinks to herself for a moment as she slides...  "Wait.  You passed a guard and he didn't attack?  How the hell did you manage that?"  She peeks around one of the corners, before she can get an answer.  She pulls back from the corner quickly, catching Tasu and keeping him from rounding the corner.  "Shh...  There's two down there.  If one gets to use their radio or gets to an alarm button, they'll bring a whole squad down on us."<br/><br/>She peeks around the corner again, seeing the two guards talking several yards down the hallway.  "Hmm...  Got a plan?"  She's careful to whisper so they can't hear her.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thistle gasps and jerks forward a little bit at the feel of the scratchy tongue on her sensitive labia, putting her breasts firmly in Turk's face.  Once there's a good slathering of saliva, the big tongue feels much more pleasant, feeling the lapping move around her sex and eventually inside.  The feeling stops being one of scratching and more of a delicate grip on her canal walls with each thirsty lick.  She rocks back and forth subtly with the working's of the big cat's tongue.  As the riding gets more intense, Turk moves his hands suddenly from massaging Thistle's breasts to grab onto the tigress' hips.  He grips on tight to her fur covered sides and starts slamming his hips up in a rapid series of thrusts.  The intense thrusting sends the tigress' juices flying in fine drops with each slam of her hips.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>((Teni is out for the foreseeable future, so he asked me to take over his character.))<br/><br/>Lance's punches send white powdered wall in a cloud around the fox, the stuff hangs in the air like cannon smoke, obscuring vision in both directions of the hallway, but the grumbling further down is definitely getting closer.  As well, barely a second after he shouts, the echo comes back exactly, "I am coming for you..."  The voice<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>be exactly the same, and<span style="font-style: italic">sounds</span>the same in every way...  but something behind the tone is downright spine-chilling.  There isn't just something coming, there's something<span style="font-style: italic">right there with Lance</span>.  Just after the echo, there is a definite sound of movement behind the fox, and the entire hallway seems to shudder slightly like giant footsteps just outside of it.<br/><br/>As she charges into the room, Serene narrowly avoids hitting an anthropomorphic mouse that's barely tall enough to reach her waist.  Chances are, she may not have even seen him.  Her kick lands surprisingly solid against the goo, but it's quickly apparent that the goo girl was dodging rather than trying to catch the foot in her body, and several tentacles sling out to intercept her leap.  As Serene attempts to desiccate the blob, it cries out in pain and pulls back, all of the attacking tentacles cracking and falling apart as she gets away from the tigress.  She crouches down into a defensive position and shifts to look exactly like a green version of Serene herself.<br/><br/>The doctor has something that broke off in her mouth at the moment, and isn't able to speak very well.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>During the defeat of the drone, the gas continues pouring into the room.  As Wil picks up the scientist, his head is tilted back and up slightly.  Only after the speech is it noticeable that the young doctor's eyes are staring directly up toward the ceiling.  Just through gravity, his head falls forward, and it's clear where that bolt was intended to aim.  The dragon's head did get grazed, and deflected the bullet several inches, but it also glanced off of the young doctor's head.  It would have indeed been a grazing wound on the big warrior, but on the baseline human, it was enough to take a deep gouge out of the top of his head, practically destroying his brain...<br/><br/>That rail-gun bolt was intended as a mercy killing.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meanwhile:<br/><br/>In a darkened office, a pale nurse peeks in through the door.  "Nephanim, there has been a death on level twienty-one.  Shall I prep now or do we want to do a memory job first?"<br/><br/>The office chair turned, revealing the big Russian doctor, "It is likely the boy.  Yes, make preparations right away."  He stands, tossing a number of files onto his desk, "He will want all of his memory.  As a lesson."  He gets a pair of long gloves covered in gold and red runes that seem to shift and writhe slowly.  "The sooner we dispose of that<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>in twenty-one-A, the more I will be at ease.  Much too lethal for the secrets he keeps."<br/><br/>as they leave, a birdlike shadow crosses across the doctor's room and the door softly shuts.