Tom and Zabel walked to white bubble doors across the room from the wooden door. The one of the doors had In written on it and Out on the other just above two narrow circular windows. He looked through the right one to see a vast industrial kitchen. Not spotting anyone inside, Tom straight armed the door and went in to the left. She entered behind him and surveyed the right. Pots and pans were still on cooling stoves as the smell of food filled the room.

'Sr. based on the size of this kitchen and the supples they had on hand, there should be alot more of them.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought to. They could be trying to work round all the cave-ins.'

They crept along checking for any ambushes. Making their over to a lunch line buffet that divided that the enormous cafeteria they peered into the suspiciously vacant room. Tom's paranoia was acting up.

'Is the Dark Sun Guild know for running away from a fight?'

'Olny if an unstoppable dreadlord comes crashing into their home Sr.'

'I overheard about them on the interwebs. They're supposed to be really scary.'

'You are Sr.'

'Oh whatever.'

Tom couldn't see her smiling under all that armor as they proceeded carefully to walk round the food line and move towards the exit doors. After he did a quick mirror check and not discovering anything in the hallway, the both of them continued on hunting for trouble. Tom came to a stop in the abandoned tunnel and pulled out June's feather. As it blazed with light in the darkness of the unlit hall. Hovering in the cool air, it whirled round to point at a sturdy looking door with a collection of locks on it. A swift movement of his hand the door was hurled against the opposing wall. Tucking the feather away in his robe as he marched into the room and a concerned Zabel trailed behind him. She was about to inquire why he was so irritated, but got her answer upon seeing the experiments. Half transformed unclothed women and men were in cages, on failed life support or chained to the wall. One of the women could see Tom and Zabel in the pitch black of the dungeon. Right down the middle of her body was one half normal human and the other was the exoskeleton of an insect. She requested Tom's help.

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"I'm in so much pain. Please, can you kill me?"

Tom didn't hesitate for a complete second as he unholstered his loaded revolver and promptly put a round in her skull. Most of them flinched back at the ear-piercing boom. Zabel stared sorrowfully at the tortured women. His left arm bent smoothly at the elbow with an open hand to the cracked ceiling. A dull red ball of light formed in his gloved hand as he spoke out loud.

"Most of the ancient and new gods of this world frown upon suicide. I am already going to hell when I die, so I don't mind more blood on my hands if you ask for it."

As their sunken eyes nervously adjusted to the red light and took in the ghastly appearance of him, no one else asked. Tom critically examined all of their gaunt faces or for an eager hand in the air.

"Good, If anyone wants to leave this hell hole or needs help to do so, now is the time."

With a flick of his other hand, all the horrible restraints and grim prisons were instantly removed as he turned to Zabel.

'Radio your squadmates and have them get HQ on the CB. We will need more transport. Our primary mission is completed.'

'Yes Sr.'