Sentinels&Vanguards (Semi-open, Attn: Alexlantis)

[Unified Western States]

Industrial District

"I need an ambulance over here now!!" Julia Walther shouted into her radio as he injected nanites into a badly wounded man.

"I know that, but so does everyone else. You have to wait." The reply that came back was infuriating, but true. She swore, then bandaged the man as best she could. She pulled out a marker and wrote an "S" on his chest, meaning "Save." She had already had to write too many "D"s, for "Dead or Dying". The technique had been adopted from the Alexlantians. She left the man, running over to another and then another, scrambling over wreckage and ruins.

[Alexlantis]

Edge of UWS Airspace
"This is Alexlantian Aid and Rescue Craft Delta Five-Niner-Niner. Requesting permission to land in Seattle."

[Unified Western States]

"This is Sea-Tac ATC. You have emergency clearance to land on Runway-5. Trucks will be waiting to bring you to the blast zone."

[Alexlantis]

The jet landed on Runway-5 and the Rescue Team hopped out, donning helmets and switching on walkie-talkies.

[Unified Western States]

Fifteen big green trucks with the medical symbol on them were waiting. UWS emergency services people were waiting there. The head of the department walked over.

"Alex Garner. Good to have you here. We need all the help we can get."

[Alexlantis]

"Bob Blonigen. Glad to help. Let's get out there."

[Unified Western States]

"Right." Once everything was loaded into the trucks, the convoy set out. A dark pillar of smoke marked the blast site. As they got closer, more and more cop car and such marked off the area until they reach the edge of the red zone. The area was a disaster. Buildings lay flattened, the streets were torn up and it looked like a nuke or something had gone off.

[Alexlantis]

The rescue workers were stunned at first, but quickly got to action. Tools and boxes of medical supplies were whipped out of the truck and the workers rushed into the wreckage, some donning oxygen masks and gloves for going in further.

[Unified Western States]

The damage was horrendous. Hundreds of bodies, most dead, lay scattered and the damage got worse the further in. The epicenter was a huge crater, literally looking like a bomb. Buildings within fifty feet were obliterated. Cries of help rang up, screams of pain.

[Alexlantis]

The rescue workers went from person to person, body to body, marking them with either an S or an F. Those with an S were carried out by stretcher. Those with a D were left for the time being, possibly even forever.

[Unified Western States]

The UWS workers, thankful for the help, kept pushing towards the center, where there would likely be no survivors. But they had to try. it was their job.

[Alexlantis]

The Alexlantian workers did the same, marking people as they went, the back line carrying the savable out by stretcher.

[Unified Western States]

The crater was literally glassed. The walls of it was smooth and the UWS workers had to avoid slipping down into it, because they couldn't get out by themselves. The crater was also deep, about twenty feet. At the bottom, a hatch or pipe of some sort sat.

[Alexlantis]

The Alexlantians weren't as troubled, the grips on their boots holding strong. They carefully squat-walked down to the hatch and a few workers opened the hatch while the rest stood back.

[Unified Western States]

The hatch was old and rusted. It opened to reveal a ladder and a dark, seemingly bottomless shaft. Warm, musty air flew out, meaning that it had been closed for a while.

[Alexlantis]

Two of the workers turned on their headlamps and climbed down, one taking the front and the other guarding the back.

[Unified Western States]

The shaft was old and musty. It descended a good hundred feet before dropping them onto a metal platform. Surrounding them was darkness. Their headlamps were useless, they simply illuminated darkness. All they could see was the metal platform.

[Alexlantis]

The shaft was old and musty. It descended a good hundred feet before dropping them onto a metal platform. Surrounding them was darkness. Their headlamps were useless, they simply illuminated darkness. All they could see was the metal platform.

The workers continued down.
"Reid?"
"Yeah?"
"What's that lead to?"
"Why do you think we climbed down here in the first place, Erin?"
"I dunno. It just creeps me out."
"And the stuff above us didn't?"

[Unified Western States]

The next ladder ended in another metal platform, this time a dead end. But there was something else. This metal platform had railings and seemed to sway to a fro slightly. A touch screen, covered in dust, sat on a pedastal in one corner.

[Alexlantis]

The female worker blew and brushed the dust off of the touch screen, hoping to see something of importance.

[Unified Western States]

The touch-screen burst to life, the glow bright. A logo appeared above a progress bar. The logo was Genesis, but not the Genesis they were used to seeing. It was an octagon, with an image of the world in the center. The logo spun as the progress bar loaded. Once it was done, a list of locations appeared on the screen.

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Destinations
-Security
-Weapons Development
-Particle Research Labs
-Genetic Labs
-Restricted Labs
-Engineering
-Storage
-Living Quarters

[Alexlantis]

"Reid?"
"Yeah?"
"Take a look at this."
"Huh. Try particle research."
Erin tapped Particle Research Labs on the touch screen.

[Unified Western States]

The screen flashed and the ladder behind them, the only way off the platform, retracted up wards. Then, the entire platform, actually a tram of some sort, began to move. It shot along through the darkness, gaining speed. A few times, their lights reflecting off some object in the darkness surrounding them. Finally, the tram began to slow down before it finally came to a stop. A walkway extended out from the darkness and attached to the tram. Two spotlights then dimly lit up, illuminating a large, octagonal door in front of them. In big white stencil lettering, it read "003-Particle Research Labs". The floor was covered in dust and the door was old and had some rust on it.

[Alexlantis]

The workers tugged at the door with crowbars and such, taking actions to pry it open.

[Unified Western States]

The door was a solid blast door, unbreakable by conventional means. However, as they approached it, a panel next to the door slid open, revealing a passcode and hand-print scanner.