<strong>Lcpl. Roman "Rome" Beneke</strong><br/><br/>(http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q61/mrgerty/Characters/TERRYCREWS.jpg)<br/><br/>As Gizmo resealed the service lock doors behind us and reprogrammed the exit code to 'Kilo', the advancement orders and team assignments were delegated. Widow passed him and winked as she gave him a thumbs up. "<strong>Stay hard Rome</strong>," she said, moving into Bravo Team's rear position as they began to advance out of the garage and further into the complex.<br/><br/>Rome trailed Widow, moving into Alpha Team's point position following Bravo Team at a regulation distance, making sure not to bunch up. Rome smirked with a low chuckle at Widow's retort. The two had long shared a close professional relationship, each admiring the others' toughness and combat prowess. Often times, their mutual respect manifested itself in the form of playful banter and flirtations, each stroking the others' ego.<strong>"All night long, baby girl. Like a rock."</strong><br/><br/>As the squad left the dismantled garage they entered a narrow hallway that prevented them from spreading out into any sound tactical formation save for a somewhat staggered column. Rome followed Bravo Team into the way, taking up a covering rear guard position at the next doorway as Alpha Team neared the wood shop behind Bravo Team. Rome's XV-35 was clearly picking up the motion signals of the squad ahead of as they moved ahead of his position.<br/><br/>Farther down the hall, near the sign that read 'Hab - Block'. Rome noticed a thick carpet of mist or smoke of some kind covering the floor. A line creased his forehead as he inspected the peculiar haze, unsure what to make of it. The Lieutenant spoke up then, asking the squad<strong>"Anyone ever see something like this?"</strong>Rome couldn't decide if had or hadn't. It looked similar to fog yet, frightfully bizarre.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you see that Beneke? Law? What is it?"</strong>Senjo had approached his position, kneeling behind him and to his left.<strong>"I don't know. It's not smoke from a fire. It's concentrated too low to the ground to be a fire. Besides, there's no fire alerts being broadcast and the fire suppression system obviously hasn't been activated."</strong>The crease on his forehead deepened as he pondered the mysterious haze.<strong>"Kinda looks like fog, but I ain't never seen fog indoors before. Maybe it's some kinda coolant leak or something."</strong>His expression evolved from suspicion into troubled as he glanced to his left at Senjo, slightly irritated by the unease caused by the enigmatic haze.<strong>"The fuck if I know. Ain't you the one with all the fuckin' database and shit in your computer brain? Giz you're pretty whiz, what's your <em>'diagnosis'</em>?"</strong>He emphasized the last word with much sarcasm. Lieutenant Mengsk's voice came over the comms as Rome refocused his attention down the corridor, expecting the unexpected.<strong>"Open the next door."</strong><br/><br/><br/>