Busy is an understatement. Think I doubled my confirmed kills in this week alone and I am spending ammo faster than I can buy it. This drekhole I am in right now just might be the death of me. Glad I get some time to recover, reload, and unwind before we hit the next leg of the journey.
-Agony #CYBEREYES DETECTED. UPLOADING EMERGENCY VIDEO FEED RECORDING#
The feed is dark save for a bright flashlight cutting through the blackness. "Stay behind me, everyone!" A voice rings out, those who have run with Agony recognize it as his. The pillar of light dashes around, never settling on a single spot for more than a moment. That is, until a blur of movement shoots past the peripheral of the camera and a large, bulky ork dashes ahead.
Seconds later, a writhing mass of sickly pale flesh and tattered clothes oozes forth from the now recognizably office decor walls. The movements become clear as metahuman, but the feral hunger behind the plaid eyes is anything but.
"Drek! Jack! We're coming!" Agony bellows as the view fills with infected and the ork is encased in a tomb of rotting flesh and bloody claws. A pair of contrasting swordsmen dash past the broadcaster. Both are fast, but one uses the generous mass of his form to cleave a ghoul in twain while the other, lithe and lean, stabs one in the temple with practiced grace.
"Jack! Aargh!" With a blurry pivot, the screen is filled with a snarling, ragged mask of pure fury. As suddenly as it appeared, it explodes into a lumpy spray of gore. "GET THE FUCK DOWN!" The geometric sights of an AA16 fill the view, resting upon the swordsman. As the muzzle flash lights up the room, he ducks and the ghouls behind him are summarily dismembered in a hail of full automatic EX EX ammo. The trid cuts off.