<strong>Corporal John Morden</strong><br/><br/>Oily thoughts were squirming around in Reaper's head as he slowly passed by the locked Med-Lab door.  He glared darkly at the red warning sign, keeping a firm grip on his rifle and refusing to wince as a pang of pain shot through his shoulder.  He'd managed to avoid a lethal blow from the damnable creature, but he didn't like his chances if another one were to get so close.  This wasn't like fighting humans.  If another soldier got close enough to him, he could gut him like a fish and feel the slightest rush at watching him panic and attempt to hold in his entrails.  But being handy with a knife didn't amount to much against monstrosities that could dissolve a knife to nothing the second they were wounded.  His weakness at close range would be the end of him if he wasn't careful.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, Reaper felt no fear.  Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it would only be odd for other people.  He<em>never</em>felt fear.  It wasn't bragging, though it had been advantageous in the past.  Morden had always known something was broken in him, but at least he was putting his hands and his gun to good use instead of prowling alleys and killing hookers like so many broken men before him.<br/><br/>But he<em>could</em>be disturbed.  Like when he'd looked that xeno right in its eyeless, slavering face.  A face that showed no hesitation.  A face that showed no fear.  It had been in that instant that he realized, like a switch being flicked in his head, that he had far more in common with<em>it</em>then he did with any of his squadmates.  He looked like them, walked like them, ate like them, but he<em>felt</em>like some ugly, detestable thing that had taken to wearing human flesh.  It was jarring to think about, and he found himself losing focus.  That couldn't be afforded.  Not now.<br/><br/>Because out of everyone, he was probably the only one that truly<em>admired</em>the things that had attempted to kill them.<br/><br/><strong>"Locked,"</strong>he muttered, passing away from the med-lab and taking up the front as the others headed towards the Town Hall.<strong>"Deserted base.  Hostile aliens.  Infestation.  Weyland-Yutani.  Locked down medical facility.  How much are you all willing to wager that we don't want to know what's past that locked door?"</strong>