Okay... I'm in...

I see some sort of huge robot here, and it looks like theres a man by it. 
I can't see his face clearly I'll take a closer look, wait, the robots moving at me now, it seems hostile.  
I'm gonna try to disable it with my firearm.

Oh! That must be Eir-Eairia—Eiriannanana…Eira!

HEY EIRA I’M DOWN HERE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!

What do you mean be quiet? No I will not follow until she finds me! She could get hurt out there!

EIRAIRAIANNA—-Ahh! Ow! Stop pulling me flashlight dude! Ow!

Woah. My neighbors sure are noisy. Damn punks.

And so we marched, through the dank and dusty basement. I wondered to myself, how can a basement be both dank and dusty? Wouldn’t the dankness keep the dust down? Well, it was dark, anyways. And it smelled like turpentine and warm earth. There were spider webs in the corners. Erianina could hardly contain her excitement.

SPIDER! LOOKIT EVERYONE! I LOVE SPI—

As the rest of us drew in a sharp breath, Nocturnal’s hand clamped down over Erianina’s mouth. We all waited. Silence.

We continued forward into the gloom, eventually reaching a door. Looking around, we saw no other exit. I grasped the handle, and…

DAMNIT! LOCKED!

Frantically, I twisted the knob back and forth, but to no avail. I rattled on the door. Nothing.

“Edwards, you’re the lock guy. Please tell me you brought your tools.”

Edwards smiled nonchalantly and sauntered to the door. He opened his bag, and carefully selected a tool. Funny, they all looked the same to me. He slid it into the keyhole and started wiggling it.

[quote]Nocturnal_Heartache Posted:

*Whispers to Eirairanna* Psst, look in my pocket. I put the spider in there. What should I name it? [/quote]

“SHHH!”

*Watches the guy fiddle with the lock*

...You can borrow my hairpin if you like to, y’know, speed up the process a bit.[/quote]

I watched as Edwards, somewhat sheepishly, took the hairpin and, almost instantaneously, turned the tumblers in the lock. Everyone held their breath as Edwards gingerly pushed the door.

Silence.

I stepped forward, into the gloom, the beam of my flashlight lighting up the dust like a spectre…

“Hello?”

*heads down the stairs to the main hallway, looks around, finds a lot of spent bullet casings, a trail of blood, and a door*

Not sure where this goes gents, but I seem to be on my own. I’ll check it out.

*opens the door, descends into a darkened basement*

“A-agent Amaranthus… you’re here? You’re… alive.” There is recognition in his eyes, but he seems terrified all the same. “I, am, I am Agent Ramirez reporting f-for duty… the mission to infiltrate the Brainfreeze Trust… f-failure… they caught me. C-caught my partner. Did something to my head. I, I don’t… remember everything… you bumigned my partner to Hourglbum Penetentiary b-but they had got to him. Used him t-to smuggle in robots. There was a prison break… hundreds of time criminals escaped. Killed the guards. Locked my partner. But they couldn’t escape. They, they didn’t have enough… time… travel… thingies. Devices. So th-they sent back a robot.

It’s somewhere in this time and it’s been building more of itself… killing people, taking prisoners… it told me it would rip an entire building out of time j-just to unbalance the continuum enough. Too many time travels, a-and the prison will fall into the t-time stream. They’ll escape. Kill everyone. Kill time itself.”

“I was supposed to meet my partner at t-the JolieNet S-ServiceCenter. I was too late. He was already dead. I was so scared, I ran. Left behind my briefcase. That robot has been using that place as a hideout. Stashing bodies. Organs.”

“I failed my partner and I failed the agency and I failed everything.” Finally finished talking, the broken man just weeps. He doesn’t seem terribly focused on anyone or anything now.

“Shhh… uh…” Damn, I have never been good at this diplomatic stuff, “Pull yourself together, man! You… we…. no one has failed. The mission has just begun. Now we need to figure out how to operate this time-travel device and get ourselves to the scene of Over9000’s death. Get it? We can use it to our advantage, save him… stop all this stuff… these murders from happening.”

I walked over to Ramirez and helped him to his feet. My God, the man was… shivering! “Come with me — er, with us. You have to show us the, uh, time travel thing. You can do this. Don’t fall apart on me, man!”

*heads down the stairs, witnessing the tail end of Ramirez’ words*

What’s going on down here? Why do you have young girls with you, yet again? It’s one thing to invite them over to “sample your plants”, but quite another to bring them into a firefight.

edited for spelling

My bullets seem to have no effect against this robots casing, and it fires off to quickly for me to get anywhere else.

I'm pinned down.