GS Danko - Third Squad - Heading into god knows what<br/><hr/><br/>Danko stepped into formation as Mathias took point and moved forward, settling in behind the LT with the big gun in her hands ready for anything that might try and jump them.  "Enjoy the view, Jones," she called out as she moved ahead of him.<br/><br/><em>“Why would FATHER care whether we’ve got our radios on or not, sir?”</em><br/><br/>"I don't think it's Father that cares," Riska muttered under her breath, and the idea that the LT was trying to keep something from the command system - and by extension the powers that be - was more than a little disconcerting.<br/><br/><em>"Well shit, maybe he gets fucking lonely if he's not allowed to eavesdrop on our conversations, eh?" Mathias quipped, walking casually past the rest of them with his flamer at the ready.  "Kinda skeeves me out now that I think about it.  Wonder if a computer can be a voyeur?"</em><br/><br/>"Not everyone - or everything - is looking to get their rocks off," Danko replied with a wry grin.  "Like you."<br/><br/>Still smililng, she padded cautiously off after their pyro, peering into the various rooms as they passed, checking for the one remaining hostile that had seen fit to ruin her outfit.<br/><br/><em>"Guys, I think we've got a problem. A big one."</em><br/><br/>"Every officer is mental," Danko said quietly to Jones, knowing exactly what he was referring to.  "Given the state of his armor, it's no big suprise that he has a few screws loose.  But you're right.  This thing is all kinds of<em>prikaza </em>and it's getting worse by the second.  But what the hell can we do about it?  Man obviously knows something he's not telling us."<br/><br/><em> "Come out come out wherever you are, you little piece of shit!"</em><br/><br/>Typical pyro bravado.  Danko wasn't about to take the same chance.  The gods only knew what kind of weapon the man was carrying and she didn't feel like finding out the hard way.  Instead, she concentrated on doing their sweep, ducking into the rooms not claimed by the LT or Ben, making sure they were clear and then moving on, counting on the rest of the squad to cover their back.  The place was a fucking ghost town.  It smelled as dead as it looked; musty and dry, as if they air circulators had cut out weeks ago.<br/><br/><em>OooOOOoo...  Fok, s'like walkin' into a damn crypt."</em><br/><br/>"Or your bedroom," Riska said cheekily, though her expression was al business.  "Same sense of not being lived in or seeing any action."<br/><br/>Face grim, Danko silently followed the LT and prayed that there wasn't anything worse than what they'd already seen ready to jump out and bite them on the ass.