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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Falkus" data-source="post: 3285987" data-attributes="member: 22634">The reception area of the motel looked just like any other. A long desk with an old computer, a hallway at the back leading to a couple of rooms and a staircase, and a door behind the reception desk that presumably lead to the manager's office. Those were the only things that were normal inside the motel.Five people were lying against the right wall. They'd been handcuffed, and looked to be either unconscious or dead. No blood or visible wounds, so it was impossible to tell which under the circumstances.Then there was a man striding out the office into the main area. He was wearing surgical scrubs. Franks, a few steps ahead of Larry and Cade, aimed and fired his gun with a quiet click of mechanical action, the surpressor eliminating all other noise. A red stain appeared on the man's chest, but, like the other men outside, did not appear to notice it.He raised his right hand, and it morphed. The fingers melded and the hand changed shape, and just like that, instead of a hand, there was what appeared to be a pistol at the end of his right arm. Unlke regular pistols, however, this one, instead of a barrel, had some sort of crystal interlaced with electrical components. He aimed it, and a red beam, like a laser, snapped out and carved across Franks chest. He collapsed with a scream.And this draws your attention to the mans left arm. His left arm ended at at the elbow. Numerous poles and tubes extended from it, all of which had various different surgical instruments at the end. Scalpels, saws, needles, and even a few items that you couldn't even recognize. As you watched, they moved together, and like his right hand, blended and formed into a regular arm.He then turned to look at you. "The NuTech consultant suborned and his implant removed, the psychic within our grasp, and now seven agents to infect," he said, in a remarkably pleasant voice. "This has been the single most successful operation I have ever undertaken, even counting the loss of the class twos you just killed. A small price to pay, judging by your talents, you'll make excellent class fives."Outside, Nick managed to get in contact with Director Stanfield."Damn, damn, damn, damn," he cursed. "I didn't want you to have to deal with anything like this on your first mission. I'll explain later, but right now, I need you contain this. Keep whoever is inside that motel in there. I'm calling Department Chief Forge now, and we're going to dispatch a team of specialists to your location by helicopter. Contain the scene until they get there."</blockquote>

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