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On their way to the metal opening, Darya nods at Alise over Erin’s head propped against her shoulder. “Thank you for the potion,” she murmurs, giving the mage-woman a weary grin. “You got any more for Erin? A healing potion, maybe?”

But that’ll have to wait until they get to the threshold of the restricted door. She lets Erin sit on an office chair resting against the wall and observes the wounds on the woman’s body. Judging them to be mostly shrapnel damage from the explosion, the sight of the blood is still worrying; however, there is no time to patch her up, not with the humanoid creatures and walking tank a concerning number of paces away from them. Giving the injured woman a determined nod, Darya then strides over to Alise, who has begun to assemble a barrier to cover them from the sight of the hostile things beyond.

"The door seems strong, I wonder if we have the time and combined strength. Or what if... we tricked the walker into shooting the door with one of its missiles? Could that work?"

There’s another plan. She thinks about it for a moment, hands absently moving to help strengthen their cover. “It’s, well—” Darya pauses, heaving up an office chair to prop it up against the makeshift barrier, “it’s a bit risky, and we’ve made this cover already. We’ll have to dismantle it for maximum effect, but there’s no telling what a missile blast can do to the door and, most importantly, whatever is beyond it.” She looks to the others, gauging their expressions, before she shrugs and places a hand on her hip. “I’m up for just ramming it open with brute force, but if you both think the missile is a better idea, I’ll have your backs.” Despite the circumstance, Darya scrounges up a smile and gestures towards the gap, that shimmering means of escape. “What’s the plan?”

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"Trying to lure a missile over here is going to require too much electorate planning. We have to somehow get it to fire here, then we have to get the fuck out of the blast radius, then try to get the walker to not shoot us when we come back to the door, presuming the zombies don't completely overwhelm the room in the meantime." Erin hurriedly shut down the idea, "It's not a great plan, but forcing it open might be all we have the time for."

Not caring for the talk of healing potion, as she felt there was no time to worry about it, she moved to the door as soon as Darya set her down, and began trying to find the best ways to get leverage.

"Try the card again first, maybe." she suggested, making sure to keep her hands away from the door when it was done, "Probably won't work, but it's worth a shot. If not, get something ready to wedge into the frame if we can manage to get it wide enough to slip through."

If there was something they could use to pry the door open, even better. Erin did not want to risk her fingers in an automatic doorframe made of solid metal.

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There’s nothing else for it; Darya turns and fishes out the keycard from the depths of her coat, grabs a piece of misshapen metallic debris from the aftermath of the tank’s missile blast as she makes her way to the door, Alise hot on her trail. “Then we better start working on it.”

At the guttural screech of metal grinding, a few of the humanoids shiver and jolt to attention, and the group’s precious window of respite begins to close up on them rapidly as the horde swells and turns to shuffle forward in their general direction. Despite the makeshift barrier, Darya knows it will not hold for long, not under the weight of the combined assault.

And there’s no telling whether the walking tank will decide to fire yet another missile at them. She is counting on its current distraction focusing on the swarm at its feet, but it is not a certain thing.

It takes a few grueling tugs, working together, as sweat trickles down drenched skin, but inch by inch, the door begins to give away, and the moment the gap gets wide enough to squeeze through, Darya quickly pushes Alise into the next room and gestures for Erin to follow them.

Lost in the frantic haze of panic, she whirls back to look at the area they have just vacated. They have got to do something about that opening, or everything will be for naught. “Find something to close the door,” Darya hisses at the others as she takes covered position at the doorway, crouching low and reaching for her gun. She empties both of her clips, shooting at the nearest group of Others slowly gaining on them, trying to buy time for Alise and Erin behind her.

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Darya didn't have to gesture much to get Erin to follow, the woman was right behind her and Alise, practically pushing them through the gap in the door so she can get through herself. Once inside, Erin takes out both her guns, keeping one in her right hand in reserve while left-handedly firing the other through the opening at the approaching others. Darya was urging someone to close the door, but Erin couldn't really hear it over the sound of the combined gunfire from the two of them.

Luckily, Alise was on her toes, clamping her magnetic disk thing onto the door, then using that leverage to pull the door shut. The sound of clanking against the metallic slab could be heard from the other side, but it was unlikely the Others were going to break through a barrier as sturdy as this one.

"Nice job." Erin nodded at Alise, though the latter woman didn't seem particularly receptive to former's praise.

This was probably still due to Erin's own cockamamie stunts when it came to doors. 

"Hope they have a back entrance." Erin added, standing up and trying to brush some of the blood, bone and shrapnel off the surface of her clothes, "Let's get that damn part."

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The fortified door opens into a metallic corridor.

On one side spread an array of monitors; some of them are on and flickering snow, others are off, others are off and fractured, but for the last whatever force compromised their integrity was not enough to also scatter shards of glass substrate to the ground. It was a frail mortal anger that did this damage.

On the wall opposite are sheets of metallic hull, incongruent in shape and thickness, a haphazardly arranged carapace forced to fit over something which was at one time sleeker and elegant but which had been compromised, which was now degraded and broken, which had given way to the endless assault on the outside and would continue to do so if left unchecked, so it was checked with slabs of metal and boxes full of debris to weigh it down and obstruct anything or anyone who made it on through.

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The other end of the corridor had no door. It emptied out directly into the pit of a laboratory which Darya and Erin could immediately tell was better equipped in proportion to how much smaller it was than the lab they just left behind. It is clean and it is sleek; all the monitors and equipment is intact but only some of it has power; the map they saw with the doctor suggests that the far northern wall feeds into a narrow alley just in front of an armory and water well, but no obvious exit makes itself known.

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Even with the thick doors and the distance between them and the past, both women could still make out the faint but distinct sounds of war and its various promises.

Current goals: 1) Identify / acquire the isotope. 2) Find a way out with minimal death

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Darya sags against the metal doors, closing her eyes and breathing ragged for a moment. With the barrier between them and the hostile things beyond finally in place, the adrenaline pools out of her veins, replaced by the encroaching sense of fatigue. In the slight haziness that envelops her line of sight, the shining glorious thread that shoots out from her chest flickers in and out of existence, bending and translucent like sunlight underwater. She does not know if it is tied to her exhaustion, but she wishes she could see the colors just a little bit more clearly. It’s comforting, to say the least.

There is no time to fully rest, however, not when their time limit continues to trickle down the longer they stay here.

"Let's get that damn part."

She wearily nods, getting to her feet and giving Alise an encouraging smile as she passes by the woman. Her quick thinking had saved them all, for now; who knows what would have happened without her?

Casting a glance down the corridor, Darya trails behind Erin’s determined stride, looking over the monitors with slight trepidation. As they reach the end of the metallic hall, where the area suddenly widens out into a sleek laboratory unlike the one they have just left behind, she immediately moves towards the monitors that seem functional, trying to determine the location of the isotope within these walls.

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Erin began examining the various machines, trying to find something that might accept their keycards. A scanner or a slot or a slide or something, anything. But so far she had found nothing that fit the bill. Unfortunately, she was no computer hacker, so there wasn't much she could do in that regard either. Then again, maybe the password wasn't something so hard to guess in the end.

Sitting at one of the consoles, she typed in the word "isotope" and hit enter, just to see what it did.

If nothing else, she used the moment as she was sitting to reload her guns and pluck some metal shards from her skin. All the while she tried to brainstorm some simple potential passwords for the computer, hoping it didn't have an automatic lockdown mechanism if you failed the password too many times. 

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