<Togo> ( South SIIIIIIIIIIDE! ^_^_S )
<Brett> [Lukas turns the corner! Gimme a sight roll, +1]
<Brett> [Way at the end of the corridor, Lukas spots a bunch of scientists 
running towards the railway.]
* Lukas points and says, "Hey, the geeks are runnin'. Gonna catch 'em, Togo?"
<Brett> [Meanwhile, he hears gunfire from the lab next to him.]
<Brett> [One of the locked ones, that is.]
<Brett> [Followed by an explosion!]
<Ten> (Do the labs have windoooooshit)
<Lukas> (Is it an explosion that gets us, or an explosion that is kept in?)
<Brett> ( Yes, up ahead. )
<Brett> ( It's kept in )
<Brett> [The window shatters upon the explosion, though.]
* Lukas winces at the sharding, them moves towards that lab, at least. 
"Fucksakes... Togo, chase the geeks, dammit~"
* Togo catches up to Lukas, then whirls as the windows blow out. "What the he-, 
okay, keep up with me."
* Togo starts running down the hallway after the geeks.
<Brett> [Amidst the smoke and fire, Lukas spots three bodies in white coats and 
what looks like a guard.  Everything else in the lab is destroyed beyond 
recognition.]
<Brett> ( Togo, body roll! )
<Lukas> (Are they all very down?)
<Brett> ( Yes )
* Lukas jokes, grimly, "Well, they're not running."
<Brett> ( The others are though, and Togo needs a body roll. )
<Brett> [A slab of metal falls, Togo managing to make it past just in time.]
<Togo> ~God DAMN it! Stop fucking around and follow me! These things are sealing 
off the railway!~ *keeps running*
<Lukas> (Echo that to them.)
<Herman> (You're aware that most people aren't in this channel.)
<Togo> ( Force of habit. Sorry. =P )
<Brett> [Out of the very last lab comes a familiar Japanese scientist, carrying 
briefcase. "Hurry! I don't know how they found us, but we have to leave, 
immediately." He's followed by two more guys, pushing a cart containing a box 
not unlike the one that woman was in at the Asahara labs.]
* Togo fires a burst from his machine gun at the guys pushing the cart. "Don't 
fucking move!"
<Togo> ( Christ. No. )
<Togo> ( Warning shots! They were warning shots! From a fully automatic machine 
gun! >_> )
<Brett> [They freeze! Until a familiar voice says, "Go.  I'll handle this."  
Emerging behind the men comes a beautiful bod, from his well-toned muscles to 
his finely distinguished abs to his beady eyes and big hooked nose, he sways 
out, wearing black leather boots, a turban, and a speedo.  "Long time no see, 
beefcake."]
<Brett> ( Gimme an init roll! )
<Lukas> (...)
<Lukas> (You've been playing too much Shadow Hearts, Brett.)
<Lukas> (Too much.)
<Brett> ( You fought that guy before )
<Lukas> (I maintain my stance on this.)
<Togo> ~Any time you guys wanna come and make yourselves useful, the head 
Asahara scientist is about to get away with a person inna box! ~