The soldiers are quiet for a minute, then the one who yelled at Alex mutters, "Sorry..." Alex nods to him and slings his rifle back over his shoulder. "Come on. We'd best keep moving." Brynn says, looking around nervously. The other soldiers nod and ready their weapons, checking magazines and ammo before following her. They make it to the med bay, and Brynn pauses before opening the door.
The room is empty, save for one hooded figure sitting at an examination table. It seems to be examining its nails. "Ah! I was wonder when you would get here!" It says cheerily, looking up at them. Olivia can see it has a somewhat feminine face, and a flat chest with a somewhat curvy butt. An androgyne, if she had to guess. The figure hops off the table and stands with its hands on its hips. In the light, Olivia can see that what she thought were nails, are actually steel tipped claws. Its face, now that she can see it, is set with dark purple irises, and blue sclera. Thin lips are set into pale white skin, like porcelain, and topped with a delicate Roman nose. It would be cute, except for the fact that something about this person seemed entirely off...
"Michel..." Alex mutters. Faster than she can blink, he throws a red paintball at him. It splatters across his chest, and Michel looks down. "Not cool, Alex. I just got these clothes washed... But! Is that how you greet an old friend?" Michel says, spreading his arms and wiggling his fingers. "Friend? All I see is a traitorous dead man walking." Alex growls. "Now now. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to poke fun at your hosts?" Michel says scornfully. Alex's mouth twists in an unpleasant line.
"Enough of this bullshit!" A soldier says, stepping forward to fire at Michel. Michel's eyes flick to him before narrowing, and his fingers wiggle in the air. "Wait- no!" Alex yells, but he is too late. The soldier suddenly stiffens. Then, his body just crumbles into a pile of neatly sliced bones, flesh, and blood. "Fuck!" Alex growls, glaring at Michel. "Nanofiber razor wire. Pretty cool, isn't it? Can slice through armour and flesh like it's cheese!" Michel says, smiling and wiggling his fingers. Olivia can now see a sort of silvery thread dancing around his fingers. This person was definitely a lot more dangerous than he looked...