((“Awh a sweet reagent” poor fella is about to get thrown to the wolf 💔😭))
They didn’t have a choice. They feared what would happen if they didn’t go. Reagent #4148, Cyrus, had avoided any and all of Coyle’s trials after that first encounter, and Murkoff took notice. It was go back into the Police Station, or suffer the consequences. “Sabotage the Lockdown.”
Cyrus looked at the map (hoping they’d remember it), picked up the gas canister, and went down into the basement floor. Their first decision was to immediately put on their night vision goggles and slip into the darkness, as it was easier to hide. Their ideal scenario was to get out as soon as possible without Coyle catching them. The sooner it’s over, the sooner they can go do anything else.
They whispered to themselves, “Just find the generator, power it, and get out… it’s that simple.” Then gulped nervously. Their eyes darted around, wary of any possible sights or sounds.
Different day, same old bullshit. As Coyle stepped into the gates, he wondered what flavour of pig he was going to have today in his station. It's been sometime since any one reagent particularly stood out from the lot, but he wasn't looking for novelty. No, he was just aching to sink the fangs of his stun baton into some unfortunate soul.
Heavy boots hit the ground as he took in the basement, feeling his heart already picking up with anticipation.
“C'mon now, don' be shy!” He yelled out with a chuckle. The officer slammed his baton into the metal fence, causing a loud rattle in the otherwise silent basement.
