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         The failsafe could still hit him even at the top floor, though, with no elevator in the way, so he began to crawl away from the open doors. The team leader was grabbed by two sets of strong hands, and was helped to his feet. He ran forward with the two guards, hearing the failsafe detonate behind them, and they slammed the door of the lobby behind them just as a wave of force hit it, denting the sturdy slab of metal.         The survivor just sat there, staring at the wall before him. A clean wall, with no horrible skin on it. No monsters trying to kill him, and no burgundy monstrosities pulsating in front of him and whispering lie

        “Approach the elevator. Guards have reached your floor, and are securing it. You may withdraw the rest of your team from the other elevator and regroup,” said the site overseer.        “Yes, sir,” said the team commander. He  recalled the rest of the team, and once they all stood in front of the elevator, the commander approached and peered down the open shaft. The doors had been melted through and, even more worrying, pried open by something with great strength. The cables had been cut here, too.        “The cables have been cut on this shaft, as well. Shall we rappel?” asked the team commander.

         On the next floor, the team repeated their earlier procedure. They found the fortified team there intact, but the team guarding the other elevator was less than unmolested.         “Is the fortified position on the other elevator to this floor still...”         The leader was cut off by a voice that came from one of the regular guards' radio: “...Contact, contact! A dozen targets confirmed before we lost count, likely more still coming. We have been forced to retreat from the elevator doors!”         The guard glanced up at the team commander almost sheepishly and replied, “Roger that. An ARC team has