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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 20, 2007 16:28:39 GMT -5
Ivan led the way, swiping the key card through the first of many locked doors. The doors opened with a series of mechanical whirrs and hisses, revealing white rooms with plain decor, and various laboratories and operating areas.
In time, they entered a small room, with a single mechanical bed in the center, not unlike a dentists chair. Above it were a number of strange machines, all adorned with the NecroTech logo. "Set him down on the table in the center, and guard the door. This place is usually buzzing with NecroTech employees...something must have happened to draw them all out, and I doubt it was the fire." Ivan said, placing his brother's pack on a nearby desk. In front of him lay a plethora of medical chemicals and devices, most experimental. It was going to be a good day.
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