You grab the Boiling Blood Cocktail you got a few hours ago before standing up. S-4M instantly squints his eyes. He knows what you're planning on doing.
"Sir. Do you really want to?" The tone sounds really happy and upbeat, as usual, but he really wants to tell you how bad of an idea this is.
You merely shrug at his concern. While admittedly, it is risky, you kinda miss the good ol' days of dealing with anomalies one on one. "It'll be fine. There's going to be other people to take the blows."
This does not comfort S-4M at all but he can't stop you. You ARE the Administrator. "Alright, sir, but..." You confidently exit the room. Too late to change your decision now, even if this demon can punch out all of your blood and tar.
It's eerie how quiet this floor is after your evacuation. The only sound you can hear besides the constant hum of the fluorescent lights is <span class="mu-s">SLAM. SLAM. SLAM!</span> Constantly echoing through the hallways.
There's no other move but to keep walking. Every step takes more effort and willpower to make, your regret slowly bubbling in your chest, but you feel like you have to do this. If only to honor the anomaly helping you contain another one.
You end up at <span class="mu-s">Containment Cell C</span>, where the soon-to-breach anomaly is at. Delta turns his head when he hears your incoming footsteps. "Sir, non-combatants can't b-" He pauses when he sees who he's talking to.
"Admin? What the fuck are you doing here?" This instantly gets the attention of the others. The reactions range from bemusement (Cluwne, Delta, Monifa) to outright shock (Isabelle, Gamma, Agent K). Agent K wants to say something but decides against it, for now.
You silently walk up to where the molotovs are and pick one up. You heft it in your hand, feeling the weight of the crude mix of oils and alcohols in the glass bottle. You know exactly what you need to do with this.
>Molotov [Thrown by Admin] (+3 FORCE dice, add +1 to up to three of your dice, feels so familiar...) >Current count: 3 <span class="mu-r">"WELL, WELL! DIDN'T EXPECT THE FREAKSHIT LEADER TO ACTUALLY COME OUT!"</span> A loud, boisterous voice echoes throughout the whole floor. You turn your head to see your impending death. A mass of snarling teeth and red flesh is the only thing you could process before the airlock gets sent FLYING!
You and the others quickly dive from the projectile. Luckily, it was obvious that it was going to happen, so no one got hurt.
Standing before you is something you've only seen through the barrier of a camera. A towering, muscular beast with more teeth than the Osmond family. All wrapped up with a bloodied suit and tie that has been torn to hell and back. The lights quickly turn red as the breach alarm blares out.
https://youtu.be/rIos0ya-yss <span class="mu-s">CONTAINMENT BREACH! CONTAINMENT BREACH!</span>
<span class="mu-s">REPEAT, CONTAINMENT BREACH! CONTAINMENT BREACH!</span>
<span class="mu-s">NAME: RED BLOODED AMERICAN</span>
<span class="mu-s">CLASS: ANIMATE/C3/PHYSICAL. HIGH REGENERATION AND STRENGTH</span>
