Something Different

Part 12

"Well, then it gives these assholes we kill nowhere to go except that Purganutty place. Whatever it's called."

"Purgatory..." I laughed and blushed slightly. "Purganutty...wow. Just wow."

"Yeah. That Purgatory place," he said, glancing back then continuing to walk forward.

"Why'd you look back?" I turn and see nothing before I look over and tilt my head. "D-did you see something, Red?" I speed up to stand next to Sylov.

"No. Is it wrong for me to look back at a fellow solider?" he asked, continuing to walk as they passed a few different hallways.

I shrug and then crouch down to take out my medical kit. I take off my bandages around my bullet wound in my arm and change them. Then I get up and catch up with Sylov with a little smirk. "Are you worried someone popped out from the wall and stole me away or something?"

"In this dead silence, I'd probably hear it," he said, acknowledging the unusual silence. 

I fall silent and notice just how quiet it was. I tilt my head slightly before looking over at Sylov. "Yeah...so,uh...why did you look at me? I don't look funny, do I?"

"No. As I said, I looked back because I wanted to."

"Alrighty then." I wasn't wanting to push Sylov, so I just changed the subject. "What's your last name anyways?"

"Pavlovich. My name is Sylov Pavlovich," he said, going to the left toward a door.

I smile slightly, glad that Sylov was opening up to me. I felt trusted, at least a little bit. I follow Sylov to the door, raising my gun warily. He cautiously opens the door and peeks in. I stay back, waiting for Sylov to finish his little spying game. Sylov opens the door fully and walks in. I walk in after, my gun at the ready. "See anything?"

"Nothing really," Sylov said, examining a few rows of steel tubes with glass for a small viewport in the middle.

"This place is kinda cool. Yay bad guys, I guess..." I chuckle softly and look at the glass. I move closer and peek in.

Two of the pipe are extremely thin and have some kind of liquid running through it, and all the others look wide enough to fit an average sized male into it.

I furrow my eyebrows confused. "Hey, uh...Sylov? Any idea what this is?"

"Not in the slightest," he replied, taking the butt of his weapon and getting ready to slam it on the glass.

I grab his weapon and look at him in disbelief. "We don't even know what's in there, Red! What if its acid?"

"Only one way to find out, right? And why do you keep calling me 'Red'?"

"Have you ever seen your hair?" At that, I step back, releasing his weapon, and hold my gun up. I wait for Sylov to break the glass.

"Oh. That. I thought you just meant that 'cause I was Russian, which didn't make much sense..." he said, hitting the glass once.

It cracks. Another time, it covers the glass in tiny cracks, and the third, it shatters, and the liquid spills onto the floor.