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Royal Nation breaks into Laminax Labs

[Soldat POV]:

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both arms ache as i switch between them over and over again for what seems hours. suddenly my mining pick flies out of my hand as i swing against what seems to be especially hard rock, my buddy behind me helps me to my feet "Nick, you okay?" "yeah, i just slipped" i say as he hands me my mining pick back.

"hey Chief? we found something!" one of my comrades calls out. our 30-man recon squad's commanding officer, Amelia quickly runs up to check it out, she taps the surface of whatever i hit with the back of her gloved hand.

"it's concrete" she announces, "we need a Rook over here!" she orders down the tunnel. a large man wearing a black metal mask with metal grates over the two eye holes and a large pickaxe.

he swings the thing and takes out large chunks of concrete at a time, everyone's tense as the pickaxe breaks through, Amelia still stands with her usual stone-cold confidence, grips her trench carbine a little tighter than usual.

the rook calls out "oi mates, i found something!", to this our trusted officer steps up to look as the rook steps down, "hallway's clear" Amelia announces.

we all step through, one by one, guns at the ready. the hallway has light grey concrete walls, white tiled floors. "ma'am" i break the silence, Amelia turns to look at me "yes, Nick?".

"orders?" i ask, she thinks for a second "i want 10 men guarding the entrance, Orville [Rook] will supervise them and build light fortifications out of whatever's lying around the area, the rest of you are with me, i don't want to stay here longer than needed".

10 of the 30 men and Orville the Rook stay behind, i'm with Amelia's 20. she marches us through the facility, a few comments can be heard such as "wow, this place's well lit", "this doesn't look owned by the Empire", and even "ugh, what's that awful smell?".

Amelia turns around, opens her mouth in anger, i guess to silence our constant comments (i heard rumors that she has cat ears due to mutations from the chemicals floating around in the various caves and caverns, that's either true or she just has good hearing), she's cut off by someone in a dark blue labcoat that says "Caretaker" in English letters on the back of it, he has brownish ginger hair and seems to be unmoving, some bluish black goo oozing out of a wound on his right forearm.

Amelia approaches the body, Trench Carbine at the ready. she gives it a good few pokes "KIA, let's contin-" he starts convulsing and coughing, clutching his wound tightly "Fuyez, ce ne sont pas des humains... je crois que c'est la fin pour moi..." then he stopped moving yet again.

""Run away, they aren't human... i think i'm done for....." i think that's what he said anyways" the Mortician of our squad pointed out

suddenly the goo from his arm starts spreading all over his body, i think he snarled like a wild animal a few times until he finally got up, he was a black panther-like monster with gleaming bloodshot eyes that had yellow irises, THAT THING unsheathed its claws and rushed Amelia, a few of us fired, only managing to get flesh wounds when our  Trench Trooper smacked it across the head with auditable crack from the butt of his shotgun, then made sure it was dead by stabbing it with the bayonet, the display of muscular power was..... breathtaking, utterly, utterly breathtaking (when i get back to base, i'm hitting the gym first thing)

"Ma'am?" the Trench Trooper asks in his deep voice, being slightly muffled through his face plate.

"it doesn't take a ballistics scientist to figure out that was some sort of bite transmuted infection" [see what i did there?] Amelia answers, looking down at the corpse.