<strong>YAIR</strong><br/><br/>The dour Israeli watched the entrance as the first few people entered the building, then crawled in himself, unwilling to hang around in the open much longer. The hole in the wall was small, and he tossed his rifle and backpack through it first before quickly slipping after them. He hit the floor in the basement and grabbed his kit, strapping a night vision monocle to his eye, set to thermal imaging to pick out camouflaged baddies better.<br/><br/>"Shit, the others are rushing ahead," he swore under his brearh, turning to Staicey. "Move!"<br/>In the darkness, a crumbling concrete staircase led up to the reception of this former hotel. He gestured to Staicey to follow him up, and switched quickly to his rifle as he saw the size of the room. In case anything got too close, he attached the bayonet. Despite the heavy mechanical clunking of Nikolai going upstairs with his artificial limbs, he could hear an ominous rustling and sobbing coming from the toilets. He would have headed over,  but caught sight of something much more startling with his monocle. The unmistakable yellow thermal outline of a person... against the cool blue background of the ceiling.<br/><br/>"CONTACT! GET DOWN!" he shouted. He emptied twenty rounds into the creature hanging over him, and ran up to it, firing single rounds from his rifle and emptying his machine pistol into it with his other hand for good measure. While this seemed to discomfort the crawler on the ceiling somewhat, it didn't seem dead enough. Yair thrust the bayonet up through the creature, and relished the feeling of ripping enemy flesh open, as the bayonet rammed into the fragile plaster and caused chunks of it to come down along with the falling, writhing body of his victim.<br/><br/>It was some kind of greyish, well camouflaged humanoid, although colour wasn't really a feature of the darkness inside. At least the doors and windows were boarded up, so they'd be be able to use dim lights without being spotted immediately. The thing he'd taken down hissed and lashed out spastically on the floor, and he put it out of its misery with the heel of his boot on its temple. It had been more than ten years since he'd last felt a skull smash like an eggcup under his foot. "Demon neutralised," he growled, wiping his boots on the carpet and smearing the blood off his face with his sleeve. It stank and probably wasn't red.<em>Mmmm, first blood...</em><br/><br/>"Stick together soldiers! Where's that midget Felicia?!" Yair called out. He heard the rustling again. "Staicey, over here!" He reloaded his Uzi and gestured for her to draw her sword before kicking the door down. What he saw inside confirmed that if anyone was to make it out of here alive, Felicia's leadership wasn't going to help.<br/><br/>"Felicia! RUN! TENTACLES!" he shouted, taking out a hand grenade. If she didn't get out quickly, he'd toss it whether she was in there or not, then another and as many as it took to kill whatever was in that cursed lavatory.