[Hells Sniper]

Harrison watched Nighthawk grab Hoffman and head out the door. When he heard Frost speak he took the lead and left the observation room. He looked down the hallway and saw Nighthawk and Hoffman moving down it. Harrison: Let's go. Harrison started walking, at a slow pace, but he kept moving. Meanwhile: Dangerus smiled and turned to Xyrho. Dangerus: What we learned today is invaluable to our fight. I want this over. Dangerus grunted. Dangerus: I want the construct destroyed...decimated...incinerated...whatever you think works, it ends here. Dangerus looked at Vhat. Dangerus: And keep in mind, Ultra. What we are doing here...what we are about to accomplish. The Prophets will not think highly of it, if word gets out of actions, we are all dead. They consider this artifact holy...they consider what it will do helpful. Dangerus grunted, as did Furium. Dangerus: We do not. Meanwhile: Jacob laughed as he watched the elevator doors close. That's when he slammed his fist into the nearest wall. Jacob yelled in pain and agony at his actions. Jacob: Alright, keep it together Jacob. Let's get your shit, get some rest, and handle this. Jacob took a few deep breaths as he pressed the button for the armory. Slowly, the elevator began to move until eventually it reached the level with the armory. Jacob walked out of the elevator and headed to the armory. Lying right where had left it were his guns and helmet. Jacob approached the table and grabbed his magnum and knife, he was going to rest protected. Jacob looked around and saw a small cot at the end of the room. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally and needed the shut eye. Now. Jacob walked to the side of the cot and took off his chest plate, lying it underneath him. Jacob took a deep breath, as he could finally feel the bruises and cuts. He shook his head and began to lay down. Jacob: Someone on this damn ship better have scotch. Jacob closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.