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the others he'd encountered so far, and took a swipe at him. Its claws raked across his security vest, tearing through some of it. Not enough to break his flesh. It was a what appeared to be a medic, a woman who wore a tattered and heavily stained white jumpsuit. Enzo plunged the blade into her chest three times in quick succession. He was rewarded with a spray of blood and an earsplitting shriek.
    He shoved the body back and it toppled over, joining the others.
    “Damn,” Enzo muttered, breathing heavily, shaky with adrenaline. He laughed nervously, then moved over to the door they'd opened, the only other one in the room besides the lift he'd exited, and poked his head cautiously out.
    A hallway extended away from him to the left. There was just a single door at the end of it, and it was closed. Nothing was in the corridor. He pulled his head back in and turned to the bodies. One of them shifted.
    “Dammit!” he snapped, remembering what he'd forgotten.
    Enzo hurried forward, dropped to his knees and stabbed the chest of the security guard he'd killed. Thankfully the man hadn't been wearing a vest when he was taken over, so it was considerably easier to stab him. Something squealed inside the body and Enzo immediately turned to the final corpse. Already, the Slug within was freeing itself, poking its hideous head from out of the body's mouth. Enzo wrapped his false hand around it and squeezed.
    There was a second, muffled squeal of pain that was sharply cut off. The Slug's head was crushed to crimson pulp in his hand, oozing out between his fingers. He made a face and spent a moment wiping his fake hand off on the medic's jumpsuit, staining what was left of the clean white space. The smell of the corpses reignited his memory of how that Slug had gotten halfway down his throat and he gagged, feeling his bile rise.
    Enzo spat a few times, bringing himself back under control. With that done, he searched the bodies. The two that had come in from the corridor didn't have anything on them, but the security had one more thing: a single magazine of ammo He reloaded the pistol and then stood, lamenting his lack of ammo. But at least he had a pistol and some real light now.
    Before heading deeper into the unknown, he decided to try and get some more information out of his mystery contact.
    “Hey, you still out there? Or are you dead?” he asked.
    There was a pause, then, finally, “yes, I'm still here. I'm sorry about that. I'm in kind of a delicate situation at the moment. On top of that, our communications gear is in...not the best shape. But listen, now that I've got you back, I need you to-” Enzo cut her off.
    “No. I did your favor, you owe me an explanation. You gave your word. Now tell me where the fuck I am and what's going on.”
    The woman sighed. “All right, fine. You're on a planet called Syberia. It's a little, snowy mining planet in the middle of nowhere. This whole place is owned by a shadowy branch of the government called Dark Operations, formerly known as the Office of Intelligence. Originally, this was a mining complex, but they found a ship buried in a cavern beneath the surface. It's two levels above you. As far as I've been able to tell, they found these...things onboard the ship.”
    Enzo processed this for a moment. “How did I end up here?” he asked finally.
    “I'm not a hundred percent, but listen...I'm running on bare minimum power here. I can see that you started up the auxiliary generator, and that's great, it's helping take a lot of the load off of the primary generator. However, all that means for now is that we won't lose power completely, and we'll be able to keep breathing. My lack of power means I don't have access to the files I need. Which is why I need your help,” she explained.
    Enzo frowned, closing his eyes for his moment, feeling the steady pulse of his shoulder. He sighed heavily, opened his eyes back up.
    “Fine, what do you need done?” he asked begrudgingly.
    “A pair