Delilah looks to the now motionless guard that Tasu just assaulted.  "Yeah, I...  I think we have enough time to dispose of that one...  But we shouldn't eat the one that I just shot."  She slithers up to that guard and quickly strips him of his equipment and armor.  She drags his body over to the elevator and is about to use his handprint to open the door when she sees that the elivator is already in use...  heading up towards the top floor.<br/><br/>"Hmm...  Tasu, come over here."  She uses the guard's hand to open another cell that is apparently empty.  "They won't be watching empty cells, it'll give us time to plan our escape."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thistle can't help but giggle a little bit as the fluffy tail pushes in initially, the soft fur tickling at her labia and clit constantly.  The feeling is lessened as it slides back out, as the fur is wet and matted down.  "Ah, heh...  That feels strange, but I LIKE it."  She rocks back and forth on the surprisingly powerful tail, feeling the soft tingle of sharp claws and fangs lightly dragging against her skin.<br/><br/>"Mmm, you're holding up pretty well, for a human."  She seems to be talking to turk again, who looks like he's about to lose his mind if he doesn't cum soon.  "If the kitty does well enough, I'll let you reward her a bit, how about th-Mmm...  that?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>At Serene's question, the scientist grins a little bit, "Everyone is here for the same purpose.  To make a better humanity.  Other than that, the less you know the better."  She follows easily.  For some reason, she doesn't seem embarrassed at all about being nude.  "We get all we need to know, one way or another."  She also keeps looking over her shoulder, making sure the creature isn't behind them.<br/><br/>After a while of wandering, she cringes and buts a hand to her stomach, which gurgles a little.  "Ugh...  Feels like that slime thing must have filled me up a bit inside."  She squirms and stretches a bit as they walk.  "Huh, doesn't feel like it's trying to eat me from inside...  It's just squirming around."  Her calm about the situation is bizarre...  Enough to wonder what<span style="font-style: italic">else</span>this woman has been through.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Lance's path seems uneventful after the disappearance of the dust creature.  The path seems to twist and turn pretty often, though it doesn't seem to branch at all since the long hallway.  The hunger makes it hard to keep a sense of direction, or a count of how many turns were made in each direction...  After a while, there are sounds of shuffling footsteps up ahead, like a single person slowly walking, though it's unsure how far ahead this person may be with all of the twists and turns.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The cold wind continues, rhythmically, almost like a breathing.  Against the white background, the shape is impossible to tell, but the location and size of something vaporous and white is certain...  It seems to be slowly circling, several hundred yards away.  It's not much shorter then Wil himself, with a build like a large quadrupedal animal.  Even to Wil's keen eyes, its exact shape isn't certain.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>In Nephanim's laboratory, the big Russian chants in eldrich languages over the faceless and featureless body on the cold stainless steel table.  The body is breathing slowly somehow, but is covered in a white sheet from the neck down.  As the chanting reaches an apex, the room swirls with voices from somewhere unseen.  The lights dim and a disembodied soul floats down like a unanchored cobweb drifting down from the ceiling.  As the soul falls across the body, it seems to be absorbed into it.  The body twitches and convulses weakly.  Eyes, mouth and nose form from the face in wet cracking motions, like features of a hatchling breaking loose from a featureless egg.<br/><br/>As the chanding dies away and the lights come back up, Greggory slowly comes out of unconsiousness.  The room around him is like a sterile medical lab, cold steel floors and tables lie in a row, he awakens on one of these, as a pair of pale nurses arrive at the table with a new set of clothes.  There's a film of dead skin on Greggory's body, but other than that, he feels fine, despite the awkward surroundings and dreamlike memories of his own death.  Nephanim is already leaving the room without saying a word to his newly revived coworker...  This is just another job, after all.