EPILOGUE
Unit 23 looked at the horror in front of him, he slung his weaponry over his back and withdrew a small two way wireless intercom from his pocket. The rest of the team were looking around at the creeper, breathing heavily, dropping kit and realising that they had each survived. Unit 23 slunk back into the shadows and pressed a button on the walkie-talkie, a quiet static poured from the contraption and the slig silenced it with his hand before speaking in a hushed monotone,
"Unit 23 reporting to 1042 - weapons facility...do you read over?"
After a short silence a chronicler on the other end spoke up,
"Codename 23, cleared to speak on secure channels, go ahead,"
Unit 23 drew in his breath and spoke his story,
"The creeper has failed, subjects one to eight each showed signs of high level training, utilising limited and poor quality equipment to defeat waves of test subjects and eventually CREEPER 12. I expect that the test facility was appropriately masked as an abandoned feeco line, none of them could tell as far as I am aware - All enemies engaged were hostile, all signs of self restraint, control and basic intelligent function are depleted or non-existant. We can therefore conclude that GORMAN DISENZA test patients are not cured, tell the Vykers that the serum needs work."
And with that, the slig threw his walkie-talkie to the floor and stamped it out with his mechanical foot.
He returned from the shadowy tunnel to face the group,
"Oh, thank goodness I found you all!" Unit 23 breathed, assuming the role of the scared survivor, "I thought I was really a goner, the creatures chased me away from the group...but I managed to find this..." the slig allowed the team to gather round and showed them a neatly drawn map, folded at the sides but bearing the authenticity of the RF cartography department.
"So, let's get out of here, I'm pretty sure we're not done yet.
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