“I hope this shit is real,” Oliver griped. He held his M4 loosely in one hand as we waited for Wang to crack the electronic lock. “I was at a Christmas party, and there was this honey there who was all over me.”

“Girlfriend material?” I asked.

“Hell no, dumb as rocks, but she’s got a great rack.”

“Done,” Wang said. He tapped a button on the keypad, and the heavy steel doors ponderously swung open.

“Go.” We followed Oliver into the darkened lab, weapons ready, scanning the corners for threats.

“What do you think it is?” I whispered

“Probably just some egghead’s genetically engineered pet poodle,” Oliver sighed. “Paranormal Response Unit my ass.”

“Hey, I think it’s a false alarm,” Wang said. “I just found the survivors, and everyone’s fine. . . oh shit! AAAAAGH !!”

A hundred lab-coated figures turned their eyes to meet ours. I felt my vision blur and fell to the cold tiled floor, hearing the screams of my comrades, three words echoing in my rapidly fading mind.

One of Us. . .