Chapter 6 (Part two)?We should get going,? Frank told the other two men. ?The other soldiers may be back soon, or they might radio this guy.?
?Wait.? Pierce replied. He cautiously walked towards the soldier and picked up the dead man?s Mp5. ?These guns use 9 millimetre ammo, right? That?s one thing we have plenty of.? He pulled out the ammo clip from the Mp5 and filled it with bullets from his spare pistol clips. Looking at the solider, he found another clip hooked onto the man?s belt. ?Okay, now we have some more firepower. Let?s go.? The men walked towards a small concrete structure, no taller than a foot, built into the ground. A rusted metal hatch was set into it.
?It appears we might be able to go underground through here.? West muttered as he examined the hatch?s lock mechanism.
?Underground? Like, where the [i]aliens[/i] are?? Frank asked.
?Absolutely. Perhaps there is a sewage canal we can worm our way through, go underneath the fence and out of the facility.? Replied West. Behind him, Pierce pulled out the picture he salvaged from his office and kissed it gently.
?I?m going to get out of here, Megan.? He mumbled to it. ?I [b]will[/b] see you again.? As West opened the cover, Frank grimaced.
?It smells like it [b]is[/b] a sewage canal, doc.? He said, trying to keep his face away from the hole in the ground.
?Well,? Pierce replied wearily. ?At least it?s somewhere the soldiers won?t be searching, right?? He lowered himself into the transparent brown liquid. ?Hey,? He called out to the others. ?There?s no chunks in here! It?s at least [i]partly[/i] filtered!?
?Good enough for me.? Frank sighed. He lowered himself into the tunnel and helped West follow suit. The two guards covered up the hole again while West turned on Pierce?s flashlight. The men trundled along in the darkened tunnel, trying not to breathe anymore than necessary. From further ahead the tunnel, they heard a splash, followed by a chuckle above and the sound of a cover being replaced on another entrance. The guards raised their weapons and West pointed the flashlight ahead, the beam falling on a stationary white shape. The men walked closer and inspected it. The corpse of a scientist had been thrown down the manhole, her black hair flowing in the water, a pleading look still on her delicate face, and blood soaked through the front of her lab coat. West and Pierce lowered their head in sadness at finding a colleague murdered by the soldiers, and Frank?s face hardened in anger.
?Those bastards will pay. We were expecting a rescue mission, not a cover up. They. Will. [b]Pay[/b].? To emphasise his point, he punched the wall of the tunnel, making himself bleed. He didn?t notice through his anger. Taking off the woman?s lab coat and covering her face with it, the men crawled along, Frank inventing a new torture method in his head as they went. The men found a manhole cover with a ladder, and after a quick and quiet debate, decided to go out through it. Pierce eased the cover up, and poked his head out the cover, barely noticing the storage room over the sound of the mechanical chirp emanating from the laser sensor he tripped.
?Oh, [b]shit[/b].?