Part 18
When the doors opened the guard looked over. "An empty elevator...how about that. This place gives me the creeps," he mumbled, turning back to his route. The next thing he knew, arms were around his neck. "Shhhh," Wicked whispered, "you will live, but I'm taking your supplies...and your watch...and you might wake up in some sort of homoerotic pile with your fellow guards. Actually there's no 'might' about that...it's happening." The guard struggled a big harder at the announcement, but Wicked was too strong. Slowly he made his rounds, almost falling prey to the floor traps, but slowly and surely each guard went down. Wicked then took his time picking through the storage room, he found some frag, stun and chaff grenades and just as he was about to grab some more loot, he ran into some lasers... "Man, maybe I should've gotten the smokes." He could hear heavy boots coming down the hallway and funny enough, a little countdown clock appeared in the corner of his vision.
Hide behind some boxes
Kill enemies
Try to evade them in the hallways
