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(Page 3 of 5) Lockdown - 48 by Alexander ShawHe tracked the scent easily enough.
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--/Level 112 ‘Chaos Cluster'/--
Tenzanin had followed Pate's directions clearly for the last few minutes. Chaos Cluster was a large area, and it seemed to get worse the further you got into it. The refuse sector smelled bad, real bad, he'd only passed one other person since entering it, a large man wearing full armour who had given him only a glancing look before stalking off in the other direction. Tenzanin had watched him go, but paid him little heed.
He found the first set of pipes easily enough. The entire area had a large amount of piping and tubing for sewage processing passing from up to down through this sector. The first set of pipes that Pate had been talking about weren't concealed and weren't full of waste sludge. Tenzanin, making sure that he had both pistols loaded with armour piercing rounds, moved to the edge of the piping, noticing that there was a ladder in place already.
"Panning a trip down, kid?" A voice sounded behind him. Tenzanin whipped round, faster than should have been possible, a weapon in hand. There was a Lorast standing behind him, an older one in a full-length brown coat. He had a lit cigarette in his hand.
"Who the fuck are you?" Tenzanin asked. The Lorast hadn't been there a second ago.
"Not that important, really. But I've got a tip for you." The Lorast said, tapping his light.
"Is this something that's going to make me shoot you? Because I've got plenty of that to be getting on with as it is." Tenzanin replied, not lowering his gun.
"Trust the Grey, kid. That's it. Trust the Grey." The Lorast said, cryptically. Tenzanin looked quizzical for a second, and was then suddenly overcome with the urge to blink. He did so, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. When he opened them again, the smoking Lorast was gone, leaving no trace of his existence. Tenzanin, ever practical, holstered his gun, and then turned to the pipe opening. He began to climb down, running the words over in his head. What's the Grey?
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Torn had been running for a while now, out of the Ecodome and up onto the next level. A thousand and one thoughts were running through his head as he did so. That Tayan had mentioned Davan, how did he know Davan? What did he mean about Davan betraying everyone? It seems true enough... it was then that began to run out of breath. He ended up in a promenade somewhere. He began looking around, but was distracted by a view screen.
"... nothing has become apparent as to their intentions yet. Again, for those just switching onto this broadcast," at that point, all the view screens on the level began playing it, "this is a station wide message," she was a dark-skinned Korsneakian sitting behind a newsdesk, "eight ships have entered Neutral 3 Space, two Ragnorian and six Lorast. They have assumed holding positions and are not responding to any hails..."
"Fuck me. If this doesn't just get worse every day." A voice said behind Torn. Torn turned and looked, seeing a security officer with a cup of coffee in his hand.
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