Chapter #6You are David Johnson. by: Seuzz   At least your collapse into a stable state has shocked you back into mental clarity. Your plan to sabotage the project has gone awry, but you've also caused pretty much exactly the damage than you had intended. You just have to be careful not to be caught.
You hear a shout, and see a figure in uniform, his eyes wide, staring at you. You pull yourself into a ball and roll quickly away, trying to lose yourself in the anarchy.
You come to rest under a desk that's been shoved into a corner, there to hide as unobtrusively as you can. There is bedlam all about you, and you'd prefer to keep as much out of the way as possible. But when you feel the flames coming closer you are forced to move again. You keep low to the floor and as far into the corners as you can, but you are trapped for many minutes many times as you try to avoid being glimped. Even though you still feel many of Sanchez's memories, and even though he knew this warehouse, he didn't know it from the ground-level, and you are completely lost as to your location.
Hours pass and both the fire and the chaos fade. The soldiers begin to leave, and in the darkness you are able to start moving again. You spot a window—okay, you're in the back, near the north side—and start to creep up a file cabinet that will let you reach it. It's harder work than you remember; you feel much heavier and bulkier than you had been. You are only halfway up when you hear a noise.
A soldier with a rifle and a flashlight mounted on his helmet is nearby, stepping carefully through the room and peering around. You shift back behind the cabinet so he can't see you. He must have heard something, though, because the light swings in your direction. He steps closer, and ...
You fling yourself at him, and envelope his entire head. He grunts and falls back, but you're already pressing inside him, hoping that this second transformation hasn't robbed you of your possession powers. It feels stiff and unnatural, and you press harder. Then there's a sudden sense of things giving way.
When you come to, you are leaning against an old desk with a rifle hanging limply in your hands. You feel numb, and have to work your muscles and joints a little before they feel natural again. It comes as a great relief, though, to find that you can still hide inside people. Can you still get inside their minds? You probe tentatively. Ah, good: Lance Corporal Ed Zander, who has regular guard duties here at Building A-6.
You tighten your grip on the rifle and "return" to searching the building. After the previous accident, it doesn't surprise you, Lord must be intent on finding if anyone else has been transformed by this second explosion. But of course he won't know where to look.
The search continues for hours, during which you familiarize yourself as best you can with Zander's mind. Nothing turns up, naturally, before the sweep is suspended. With the others you hit the showers briefly, but you break off and swing past the colonel's office instead of returning directly to the barracks.
You see a light on in his window, which doesn't surprise you. Your mind and Sanchez's have completely merged, and you know that Lord is a widower (though with a daughter in high school) and he often spends the night on the base doing work. If you really wanted to make sure that investigation into SX-2 and properties is suspended, you could leave Zander and try possessing Lord here and now. But you also suspect that you've done enough damage; maybe you should just stay in Zander, and use him to stage an escape into town in a few days.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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