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The Aviator pulled out her sonic and began frantically zapping the remote, trying to get it to work and swearing in Gallifreyan.

"How much further until the checkpoint?" said Naya as she glanced over her shoulder. "I don't think I an run any more—"

"Hey, up ahead! HEY GUYS, WE NEED SOME FIRE SUPPORT!" yelled the Guardsman, waving his arms. "GOT A TIDE OF SNAKES AND WE NEED PEST CONTROL!"

The DIA officers manning the checkpoint first glanced at the two agents, then at the massive surge of snakes, then back at the two runners. The quicker one of the two grabbed his own incendiary grenade and hurled it past Naya and the Guardsman while the other scrambled to his feet and hefted his sword. "What—"

Quarian and Time Lord vaulted over the crude barricade and settled in beside their colleagues. "Not much to be said. Ran up against killer snake entities," said the Guardsman as he started firing into the crowd of snakes. "Apparently they want us to become their servants or some nonsense like that. Not gonna happen, not on my watch. Nope. Zilch. Nada. Nyet."

"Have either of you seen agents yet?" asked Naya as she passed grenades to the rest of the group.

"Quite a few, actually," said the taller of the checkpoint guards. "We directed them to the exit— Townsend confirmed their arrival over encrypted comms and we had an actual, physical runner confirm the news. We're just thankful that the Things can't override our radio— imagine the mess if they could override our comms."

Naya promptly facepalmed. "Okay, so you jinxed us. Thanks for that, Becker."

"Sorry."

The serpents on the floor froze, while the ones bursting through the walls, the ceiling, and the floor on the side of the bombs with Naya and the Guardsman continued to give chase. Soon after, the larger sounds stopped. They remained silent until the sticky bombs exploded, but then they resumed.

"Clever little humanoids, to hold us at bay with those!" the monsters cried. "We can use you! Yes, it would be a waste just to kill you. We'll just have to turn you instead!"

The doors were evenly spaced from one another, and they were all exactly identical. "One of these doors will take you out of this place," a cool, pleasant voice said. "That door would be this one." One of the doors glowed blue for a moment, before returning to its Generic Grey. "The rest of the doors will lead you to your certain doom. Now, watch carefully." The doors then began to switch places with each other, like cups in a shell game, only much, much more quickly than any human could move them. They were almost impossible to follow. Suddenly, they stopped. "Choose," the voice said.

A man waved at her from down the corridor. A large security checkpoint was set up in the middle of the corridor and was occupied by a pair of Security Weeds, a small Zorua, and the man in question wearing a set of comically large power armour. "This way out! And don't listen to the PA system— I know that it was Townsend operating the radio in the lobby and that sure as heck didn't sound like him."

"Any opportunity to do cardio is a good opportunity. So, do we run towards or away from the spooky noises?" said the Guardsman as he checked the safety on his pistol and aimed it down the corridor towards the source of the noise. "Also, do we take the cart or...?"

"What do you think, genius?" said Naya as she sprinted away from the noise. As she ran, she set a few sticky bombs to the floor and walls in preparation for the bigger-sounding nasties. "I've got our front covered— you blast things that pop out of the side, okay?"

"Will do!" said the Guardsman cheerfully as he fell into pace a few metres behind his partner, pistol at the ready. "Snap shooting, ready to rock!"

Trapping both agents in the room

Are we singing far off-tune?

We'll make you stay: Expelliarmus!

Simultaneously, six jets of light shot from the wands of the Roses and straight towards the Aviator.

"I'm not dealing with this FFXIII bull crap." with that, he teleported out, finding himself in an expansive corridor with several doors.

In fact, it was the one he had teleported out of when he had ended up in the empty room. Okay, so now he had three choices. The room behind him, the room in front of him, or the room that the RA would take him to.

This time he landed into a space a tad more workable: a creepy corridor

It dropped him straight into a cold, empty room, with no doors, and no windows.

He brought out his RA. He contemplated completely leaving the Plot Hole, but then he remembered Levy. So instead he left for other locations in Medical.

The small squad of DIA agents froze and listened to the footsteps receding from the door. One of the agents, a tall Eldar woman, shook her head. "Must've been one of those apparitions," she said shortly. "There's no way we're opening that door."

"Yeah, good idea," said another DIA officer. "Though I think it's odd that we haven't come across any other agents or patients or anything. I mean, where are they?"

"No idea. Keep moving and push towards the ICU."

"Yes ma'am."

((Just for some additional perspective.))

There wasn't one. Behind him, there was only the door he had taken to leave the theatre. In front of him, there was only the door he had already examined. Between the doors was only only a blank white hallway. No more exits. It was one way or the other.

Through it, Ajax could hear the sounds of a group of people murmuring.

Apecian shook his head. "Come on, give us something fun," he muttered. "Hey! You! Person who looks like a spider! What do you want?"

Michael, meanwhile, was looking at the coffins. They were crying out, they needed help! He couldn't just leave was whatever inside to die. But what if it was dangerous? He considered, then decided to wait. If they could take out the spider, he could help them, but he wouldn't risk unleashing something just as or more dangerous than the spider that they already faced before they were ready to deal with it.

"YOU BASTARDS! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE OUR WRATH! DIE, YOU WORTHLESS HUMANOIDS, DIE! GET THEM, CHILDREN!" More of the tiny snakes leaped for Naya and the Guardsman. After a moment of silence, the second voice spoke in a softer tone.

"My dearest," it said. "It seems to me that these humanoids are better prepared than we thought. Perhaps we should give them a taste of our true power?" The first voice laughed its hideous laugh again.

"My sweet, I would say that you are a genius. Let us personally make them suffer for the deaths of so many of our young ones." Another slithering sound came from down the hallway, but the creatures that made this sound had to be far larger than the swarm of snakes still attacking the agents.

The moan coming from the coffins was becoming more audible now that the agents had moved forward. "Please, oh God, help me..."

Hands were reaching out from the coffins, desperately grasping at thin air.

Further ahead, the large figure started making a rustling noise. It suddenly leapt forward and scuttled towards the agents, revealing itself to be a hideously large tarantula— one the size of a small car. Its eight eyes were fixed on the agents and its pedipalps seemed to ooze with some foul liquid.

"What patient?" He swung his scythe in their direction, a wave of energy cutting through each of them. "All I see is a memorial to my dead friend." He picked up the painting trapping Levy and left the room through a door.

The image of Levy disappeared with the slam of the door. A sly smirk plastered on her face and the thought of good one Ajax being the last thought.

The PA blared to life: "Stay calm. Expect rescue within 18 hours. Happy Halloween."

((The PAD Board created by Ajax and Levy allowed Ajax to cut through the figures, so It won't happen again))

She remembered the last few... minutes? Hours? Fairly vividly, and resolved herself to trudge on.

The PA rang out a message: "Stay calm. Expect rescue within 18 hours. Happy Halloween."

((Once upon a time Levy had angel's wings. Once upon a time a monster named Argus pulled them from her back. Once upon a time Levy developed a phobia of Argus.))