Posts from Мафия 58. Earth Tone

Suddenly, they're all offline, and the lizard isn't on Skype? lol

He's on Skype. I confirm.

Suddenly, they're all offline, and the lizard isn't on Skype? lol

Then I would still write there first and formulate my thoughts there, and then everything would be smooth and logical here. And even if I were the Mafia, I probably wouldn't draw attention to myself by thinking that Amka isn't playing the role you assigned to him, but would silently agree and calm down.

I don't want to offend anyone, but judging by activity on Skype is a method used by noobs and losers.

He's on Skype. I confirm.

Have you chatted with him in the chat already?

Koshka, calm down. No one is going to execute or kill you yet.

- Vital signs are normal, - said the quiet, trembling voice of the swarthy assistant.
- I'm administering Linksit, - the old doctor inserted the syringe needle into the catheter and gently pressed the plunger. - May God help us.
After doing this, he stepped back a few steps and glanced at the monitors.
- Pshhh, is everything okay, Doc? Pshhh, - a cold and calculating voice came from the commander over the intercom.
The doctor turned his gaze to the observation room and pressed a button on the device on the wall.
- We're not sure if this will even work, Mr. Wesker. The subject has developed some kind of immunity to the drug, and...
- I'm not interested in doubts, Professor. I'm interested in the result. We are on the verge of a new breakthrough in pharmacology, and I will not allow any setbacks to interfere with my experiments.
The professor sighed heavily and was about to say something else, but he was distracted by the excited voice of the assistant.
- Something's wrong! The readings are fluctuating, the pressure is rising, the heart rate is increasing!
The old man glanced at the gauges.
- This can't be... This is impossible... Check again! - beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The lab assistant quickly started typing something on the keyboard and comparing it with the printouts, while the subject's vital signs were moving into a dangerous zone.
- Well?! - the doctor paced back and forth impatiently.
- Hyperreaction, Professor! We can't stabilize him!
The doctor threw up his hands and rushed to the body secured on the table, but the subject convulsed, and a loud roar came from his mouth. The left restraint broke, a hand hit the old man in the chest and slammed him against the wall, and some instruments fell from above. The assistant rushed to help.
- Are you okay, Professor?
- Yes... - the old man coughed. - Turn off... the radiation...
The young man rushed to the terrible machine, but as soon as he touched it, an electric shock threw him back.
- I can't, sir! The installation has started a cycle! The gamma radiation cannot be stopped; we need to get out of here, we need to... - his voice was cut short as he glanced at the subject: the entire body of subject XOS96.666-A was twitching and jerking in the restraints, and it was emitting heat.
The laboratory door burst open, and a man of androgynous build flew in, grabbed the professor and his assistant, and dragged them out of the operating room. Before the old man's body could settle on the floor, Wesker's strong hands grabbed him and shook him hard.
- What the hell is going on there, Professor?! Answer me! - he shouted in a cold, indifferent tone.
- I'm not sure...
- You are the only bath-therapy specialist on this station, and you must have some explanation!
- Yes, damn it, I have an explanation! Because of you, we didn't properly test the new formula! I told you I needed time, but you didn't listen! And now we're all going to die!
- What?.. - Wesker pretended to be confused, while secretly continuing to calculate coldly.
- A chain reaction in his augmented body with the administered drug under the influence of gamma radiation will cause a thermonuclear explosion of such power that it could destroy the planet beneath us!
- How could this have happened?
- The molecular structure of the drug turned out to be unstable. Its DNA chains are breaking down and transforming into something new... You should have given me more time!
- How can we stop this?
- We can't stop it. Even if we could cut off the power to the emitter, it's too late. The radiation has spread throughout his cells and is irreversibly changing them. All we can do is evacuate with a warp jump. Unfortunately, the catastrophe will completely destroy both the station and Venus itself. It will kill thousands of people.
Something exploded, the station shook, and suddenly the speakers came to life:
- Attention! Damage in sector thirteen! Block B has lost its integrity. Blocks A and B are sealed, - the onboard computer droned annoyingly.
- Noooo! - Wesker rushed to the door panel and frantically began entering codes. - No! No!!!
"Access denied!" - the display read. Wesker kicked the door with his foot.
- We're trapped! The computer is not responding to the captain's access.
- We're doomed! We're all doomed! - the professor's assistant screamed, but his hysteria was interrupted by a slap from the androgynous man.
- Shut up! - he snapped. - What the hell is going on here?
- We're trapped!
- Get a grip!
- We're trapped!
- One more word, and I'll shoot you, - the man pulled out an army pistol from the holster on his hip and pointed it at the lab assistant's forehead.
He fell silent, stood for a few seconds, and stepped aside. He knew that it was better not to mess with the station's head of security - he always kept his promises.
- Need help, boys? - the voice on the intercom belonged to Wesker's personal assistant.
- Can you bypass the lock on sector A? We're in a bit of a pickle, - he replied calmly.
- Okay-doki, cuties! I'll try now! - the sound of some wrappers rustling was heard on the intercom. - I'm _in_ the system, hee-hee-hee.
- Shut up! Continue! - the commander snapped.
- Oh, forget it... Boo-boo-boo... - the voice on the intercom turned into incoherent mumbling. - I bypassed the first layer of protection.
- Faster, faster!
- Oh! Hee-hee-hee! I'm transferring data from the internal cogitator... Hey, what's that sound? It sounds like something is cracking. Oh my god! We have an emergency here... - the voice was interrupted by an emergency siren.
The computer reported:
- Massive damage in sector one. Blocks D and E have lost their integrity.
The professor's assistant turned pale, his eyes widened, and his lips trembled.
- This is the end, - Wesker said coldly. - We can't do anything.
The professor coughed.
- We... can try to administer the inhibitor manually. But for that, someone has to go there.
For a moment, the corridor was plunged into silence.
- I'll do it, - the professor's assistant said through gritted teeth, getting up from the fetal position and heading towards the spacesuit compartment.
- You won't be able to shut down the installation, but if you administer the inhibitor to the subject, we'll have a chance.
- Aren't you going to stop me, Professor? Tell me that it might be dangerous?
- No, my student. You are stronger than me, and besides you and me, no one else can do it. Besides, I know how you feel.
The assistant gritted his teeth, put his hand on the professor's shoulder, and said:
- Thank you for everything, Doc. I won't forget you.
- Go in peace, son, - a tear welled up in the corner of the professor's eye.
The assistant put on the spacesuit and returned to the laboratory.
- He thinks he might get seriously hurt, but the truth is, he won't survive anyway, - the professor explained to Wesker, sighing heavily.
"Pshhh... pshhh..... it's hell here, Professor. The subject is burning like a torch. I'm heading to the medical cabinet, pshhh".
"Pshhh, pshhh, I put the inhibitor in the injection gun, pshhh, I'll try to get close to the subject, pshhh".
"Pshhh, it's getting hot, the sensors show that the temperature is incompatible with life, pshhh. I'm next to the subject".
"PSHHH, OH GOD, THE SUIT MATERIAL IS MELTING, I DROPPED THE GUN, PSHHH, THE HELMET GLASS....".

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On October twenty-eighth, two thousand and twelve, a terrible tragedy struck humanity. The planet Venus, with ten thousand colonists, as well as the research station "HeroesWorld," were wiped from the face of the galaxy. The cause of the tragedy is still unknown. Asteroids, debris, and other space debris still make it difficult to fly in that area. The Emperor of Earth expresses his condolences to the families of the victims and increases taxes by thirty percent.

Tox is complaining. Almost the entire team has been wiped out.

Yeah, based on SKYPE ACTIVITY. lol))))

Loken is feeling unwell xD

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The rat-themed fanfiction is captivating!

Loken is having a bad time xD

But I think it's funny. And even if you're right and he really is a skeleton, it's even funnier for him now.

Hi everyone <3 <3 I love you <3

And we're here for you =*

Loken is awesome, I want the same.
If we're talking about the topic at hand, it would be good for us to protect the Jailer, so the defenders need to somehow spread out among the potential suitable candidates.

:* .

I like Kosh. She’s too slow for a magic user. No offense.

The fanfiction only confirms the truthfulness of the nickname Silverfail.