[Marvak]

Ricky looked around, there seemed to be nobody in the huge room... just in case somebody should happen to come through the door, he climbed onto a large stack of crates.
"I should be able to see anything from here," he thought to himself, but he also knew it would be no use if he couldn't get to the cafeteria from here. From atop his pertch, his eyes suddenly locked onto a door labelled 'Kitchens'- surely he would be able to get in from there! Pulling out his heat detector, he checked to see if there was anyone in the immediate vicinity, before hopping down to turn the knob.
OOC: I'm just assuming that the kitchen is empty, and not sure if the door is unlocked, ok?

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Voices.
Urgent, harsh, shouting voices.
And stabbing pains all over.

Cal stirred; he could vaguely feel the warm, sticky blood pooling around him, he could hear the gunshots and shouting from behind him, from in front of him, from everywhere. And clearest of all, he could feel the harsh, agonising sting of his burns and bullet wounds. But he didn't want to move, he felt much too tired. Too out of it.
He felt the familiar texture of the cafeteria floor... but why? Why had they not taken him to a jail, or hospital wing, or some other room in the factory?
Groggily opening his eye, he looked around, without moving the rest of his body. He saw that Slig that had taken his taser, lying next to him, apparently also unconscious.
"Bastard...!" was the one word that crossed Cal's mind. He could only hope Ricky could get here on time.