Subbasement 4A

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Ready or not, there's work to be done, and whatever state subbasement 4A is in, Liz Sherman, Abe Sapien, Henry Sherman-Townshend, and St. John Allerdyce are the lucky souls charged with restoring it to semi-working order. Liz, less than thrilled, leads the way, trying out a number of codes harvested from scraps of paper scattered around the

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Despite how nervous he'd been about doing all this today, Henry stifles a yawn. He rights one of the filing cabinets, then coughs as he inhales some dust. "How long has all this been sitting here, anyway?" he asks no one in particular.

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Henry curses the amount of time it takes to pull his gun from his holster. He's not sure if this'll help, but if this thing is anything like what he's seen before, it should do something.

He fires twice before he realizes what Abe's doing. He watches the bullets pass through her like nothing's there-- but the ghost recoils as if she were hit. She even bleeds- silvery weird blood, but it's there.

Abe's trying to get at the chain. Maybe that's the way to go about it- maybe if they got that off, this thing would go away. Maybe it just wants to get away. Henry starts backing slowly towards the wooden door and waits to see how this thing reacts.

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She jerks with the "impacts," saving Abe from having to deal with an armful of snarling ghost. A bullet from Abe's gun passes through the chain; she doesn't seem to notice. Henry's movement towards the door, she does notice, soundlessly shouting something in that direction. Her pause provides Abe with a better shot, and as the second bullet whizzes through the spectral chain, it leaves a broken link behind.

The ghost pauses in her attack, looking down at her hands in astonishment. She presses her hands over the bullet wounds in her stomach, blackish-silvery ooze trickling from the corners of cracked lips, and tilts sideways to drift through the wall, back the way she came.