As soon as the big guard gets around the corner, he clicks on his radio to ask about new researchers.  Something about this new guy seemed a little sketchy.  By the time he actually gets through, however, Tasu is already ascending the elevator.<br/><br/>When he punched the code, the display above the panel read 'Heavy transport: OK' before the doors closed and the elevator ascended.  Likewise, Delilah's cell opened easily, with another scan of the trapped doctor's hand.  Delilah weakly hugs back.  It looks like the psychic projection trick took a lit of her energy.  Interestingly, she's not tied up or sedated, apparently she was relatively peaceful.  "Mmh...  We...  We need to move fast.  Did anyone see you?"  She tries to get up, but stumbles, and the length of her serpentine stomach growls deeply.  "N-need food."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thistle licks her lip and grins.  Her blood is almost luminescent red, but is gone instantly.  She is about to say something, when Turk can't help but half whimper out a "please..."  He looks a little surprised at his own voice before continuing in a bit more forceful tone.  "Please say I can fuck you.  Just say the word."<br/><br/>Thistle giggles and looks at Tamara, "Well, I wanted someone down here so I could have a nice big cock in my pussy." She pushes her fingers deep into the tigress' pussy, grinding her fingertips firmly on her g-spot, "since<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>came along too, you get to warm him up with your nice fuzzy little pussy."  She slides her fingers out, giving the tigress' clit a little flick before pulling her hand away.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As Lance keeps walking, the material underneath his claws gets more and more brittle, almost like a mix between coral and Styrofoam.  Further and further in, the ground even feels a little soft.  Something about this hallway is hazy in more ways than just visually.  There doesn't seem to be any sense of time or distance.  Like the walking might have been going on for miles...  At the same time, it feels like Lance is approaching<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>, as the ground keeps getting more soft and brittle.<br/><br/>As Serene keeps following the wet trail, there sounds like sounds further away in the maze.  A sloppy wet slapping sound that is a little unfamiliar, until there is a woman's rhythmic moaning along with it.  It might be something Serene doesn't want to walk in on...  But at least it's someone else who may be able to help.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Greggory's mind suddenly snaps back into focus...  The management may not be testing Wil after all...  "They have eyes on us.  And this room is going to be filled with deadly gas in about five seconds.  I'm going to die, but if I screw up and tell you<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>, they get to choose not to bring me back."  Sometime in his speech, there was a low hissing underneath the sound of machinery.  It was masked well enough the Greggory couldn't pick it out, but it's somewhat clear to Wil's ears.  If he wants to interrogate the young researcher, he had better<span style="font-style: italic">hurry</span>.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><br/>((I am really sorry it took me that long to post.  Hope you all have had a great two weeks.<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>))