[spoiler]Cell-3=Celle Briggs Student Nazo=Nate Briggs (Dead) Snowy=Miss Snow HoTh=John Hothman xX_miniatimat_Xx=Mini (Dead) TheGreatAdidas=Greg Adler Hammerfist1245=Xavier Mjolnirschpang=Mjol NIL=Ninette (Dead) MØØSE=Tom "Moose" Martin Artemis=Arty Crowe (Dead) Verminator=Verm Digsby (Dead) Zbruh=Zhenya Deatheater200=Jason Darth Turtle=Daniel Turk Ems468=Ems OrangeThirteen=Oran Secondary character: John Watson=Walter "Watts" Hutsen[/spoiler] It was midnight. Celle and Jason were seated in Celle's room with a bottle of liquor and two glasses. Celle had barely spoken that night, and had simply sat in his armchair staring at nothing as he drank away his thoughts. Jason didn't know what to do, so he just continued filling up Celle's glass and sat in silence watching his friend numb his brain until his body gave up and he fell asleep. Jason gathered the glasses and turned out the lamp. He left the room. He turned the corner and nearly ran into Snow. "Sorry" he mumbled. "It's fine. I was just going to check on Celle." "He's asleep. I wouldn't bother him if I were you. Has anyone found Verm yet?" She sighed. "No, not yet. We got word from some of the crew that someone complained of a gunshot noise. Daniels looking into it. How's Celle doing?" "Not good. He didn't speak at all and just drank till he passed out." Said Jason. "Oh" Snow stared at the floor. "Maybe you should head back to Moose's room if you're planning on being up. We were going to get together and talk." "Talk about what?" "Everything. What our next move is and what we know so far. Zhenya was thinking we should all go down and pay Xavier a visit afterwards." "Alright. I'll be there." Jason limped down the hall and Snow continued in the opposite direction. ______________________________________________ Everyone was once again clustered into Moose's room, excluding Snow, Daniel, Celle and Mjol. Moose stood up. "Alright listen. Obviously our priority is finding Verm. I'd like maybe three volunteers to go search for him. Also, keep your eyes open for...... for any signs of a struggle. Bullet holes, bloodstains, anything." Moose struggled to form those last words. He didn't want to think Verm was dead, but he had to count is as a possibility. "I'll go" said Jason. "Oran and I will go as well." Said Ems. Jason groaned. "Very well. Daniel is already out investigating claims of gunshots, so how about you three find him to start." Said Moose. "Before we go, what's this?" Said Ems. She held up newspaper she had found on the nightstand. Moose swallowed. "That's nothing" he said roughly, striding forward to take the paper. Ems snatched it away before he could reach it. Ems eyed him with suspicion, and read the headline. [i]"Hundreds of Soldiers Dead in Mass Bombing"[/i] "This is from two years ago. Why do you have this?" Asked Ems. "Thats none of your business." Said Moose sternly. Ems continued to read. [i]"British soldiers were brutally killed in mass bombing of English camps that took place this Saturday in Northern France. It was an estimated loss of 378 men, with only 15 survivors left in the camp. Sources say the troops knew of the incoming German bombers, but chose to pass it off as a false call. See page 8 for more"[/i] "Moose?" Said Greg. Moose was glaring at the paper angrily. "You want to know why I have this? Fine. Those were my troops, and I made the decision to ignore the transmission. A decision that costed hundreds of lives. This was my mistake, and I'll never live it down. Now can we focus on our own problems so I don't kill anymore people with my arrogance." Moose nearly shouted his words at Ems, who recoiled in shock. Moose turned back to face everyone, but before he could say another word, Snow burst into the room. "Mjol is gone!" To be continued