"Nothing about this place is 'good'."

They reached the elevator and Rimmer shouted out "Level 2."

"Hey, shouldn't we be going to subbasement 10?"

Rimmer shook his head as the elevator begun to descend. "Subbasement 10 is under lock-down. The elevator won't go there anymore."

"So how do we help everyone stuck down there?"

"I'm not sure. We need to try and get a hold of someone to see what's going on. If we can't..."

"Don't say it. You can't just write off a bunch of people's lives."

"We may not have a choice. The inhabitants of subbasement 10 are the most dangerous creatures in the facility. The people down there may already be dead."

The elevator opened on level 2.

The Nucleus was in uproar. The technicians and analysts, which had occupied the computer stations before, were now running back and forth like headless chickens, passing papers to one another and chatting urgently into headsets. General Kane stood amongst them with a long line of people reporting to him one after the other. When he turned and saw Jerry, he became irate.

"What is he doing here, Sergeant? You were asked to deal with him."

"I was in the middle of doing so, but something more important came up. What's happening down there?"

"Somebody hit the panic alarm. That's all we know so far. Nobody on the floor is answering. We're just initiating the camera feeds now so that we can see what's going on."

Kane headed over to a bank of computer screens set up in a 3x3 grid. A woman sat at a keyboard and was tapping away frantically.

"How much longer?" Kane asked the woman.

"Just bringing up the feeds now, sir."

The blank screens began to light up one after another: each one displaying an image taken from the subbasement 10 cameras.

Rimmer gasped. "Jesus Christ."

Jerry shook his head as he tried to work out what he was seeing. The first computer screen showed images of the infirmary. Blood stained every surface. A man sat at a computer desk, yet he thrashed around in his seat like having intermittent seizures.

"Is that Dr Chandelling?" Jerry asked.

Rimmer nodded. "Something seems to have made him crazed. He's behaving like a wild animal. What is he doing?"

"Looks like he's entering something into the computer."

The next screen showed the conference room and that was where the true horror was. Inside the vast room, a small group of people were taking cover behind the various desks. Mr Dennison was among them, as well as a handful of security guards and lab assistants. The security guards were all firing their assault rifles at a target in the centre of the room. The two nurses dodged the gunfire with ease. The way they crouched and leapt was inhuman, more like long-legged insects than people.

"What the hell is happening down there," said Jerry. "Why are they firing at those nurses?"

"I don't know," said Rimmer, "but something concerns me more."

"What?"

"There," Rimmer pointed at one of the screens. "Mrs Dennison is alone in the cell block."

"What is she doing?" Jerry asked.

General Kane stood up straight and snarled. "Isn't it obvious? That bitch is opening up the cells?"

"Which one?" Jerry asked.

Kane shook his head. "The batling's."

Andy crouched down behind the conference room table and closed his eyes as yet another clatter of gunfire rang out. His ears rang with a tinny whine and his eyes stung as dust and debris filled the air.

Beside him crouched a group of Dr Gorman's lab assistants and four security guards, including Corporal West. Each of the guards took turns popping up from cover and firing a quick burst from their assault rifles.

The nurses were a difficult target, leaping around with impressive agility and hurling flat screen monitors and keyboards across the room.

"I need to get my wife," Andy yelled out above the gunfire. "Where did she go?"

"I saw her head out into the cellblock," said West. "There's no way to get to her until we deal with these two nurses. What the hell is wrong with them anyway?"

"They've been infected or possessed by the batling."

West glanced down at a dead office worker at his feet, throat torn asunder. "They're like animals."

Andy nodded. "Yes, they are. But one of those animals is my wife. I need to help her."

"I doubt that you can."

"A doubt is not a certainty."

"Then go. I'll cover you."

Andy nodded. "Thank you."

Then he ran. As soon as he left the cover of the large conference table, West leapt up and fired a dozen rounds from his rifle, keeping the nurses pinned down at the back of the room.

Andy heaved open the steel door that led to the prison cells and quickly slipped through the gap. The lights inside the corridor were flickering, almost as if they bore witness to the madness taking place.

Sun stood ahead, loitering outside the closest cell; the cell that contained the batling and Lucas: Cell 18.

"Sun, don't do anything stupid."

"Speak not of Sun, for she weeps in hell."

Andy swallowed a lump in his throat. "You lie."

"I speak the delicious truth."

Inside the cell, the batling rose into the air and began to cackle. "Yesss, yesss, my slave. You speak the truth. Now do my bidding. Release me from bondage and aid me in my quest for blood."

Sun turned to face the LED screen beside the cell.

Andy released what she was doing and immediately lunged at her. "Stop," he shouted as he grabbed a hold of her wrist.

Sun struck a blow to Andy's jaw and sent him spinning to the ground. Stars attacked his vision and made getting up impossible.

Sun came towards him, crouched down beside him, drooling blood and laughing. "You have something I need, lover."

Andy was powerless as Sun reached down into his pants pocket and snatched the blue rubber fob he'd been keeping there. He clawed at her weakly but the effort led only to more laughter.

The batling howled with pleasure inside his cell.

Andy cried out meekly. "Sun, what are you doing?"

Sun pressed the fob to the LED screen and began accessing the menus. It was not long before an alarm sounded from above the cell.

And the glass barrier began to slide away.

"Yesss, yesss," hissed the batling. "The time to taste blood is here."

Andy shook his head, tried to clear his vision. He crawled away on his hands and knees, trying to get away.

But the batling was upon him in an instant. It struck his ribs and sent him onto his back, then hovered over him.

"Your death can wait a single minute, for I have a feast for your eyes to enjoy first." The batling turned to face Sun. "Kneel," it bellowed at her. "Kneel before me and accept death."

Sun got down on her knees and lifted her chin, exposing her throat.

"No! No, please, don't hurt her."

The batling cackled. It raised a talon in the air. "Say goodbye to your bitch."

There was a violent crash.

The batling was knocked clean out of the air by a flying net of steel. Sun, too, was knocked aside.

Andy narrowly avoided being hit from his position on the floor, but he was still left dazed and confused by what was happening.

The steel mesh fence fell on top of the batling, trapping it underneath. Sun lay to the side, unconscious and bleeding from a gash on her forehead. From inside the cell stepped Lucas.

The Irishman offered his hand to Andy. "Looked like you could use a hand, fella. Now let's get the bejasus out of here." Lucas yanked Andy, who wasn't responding, up by his shoulders and set him on his feet. "Come on now, lad. Snap out of it and let's get out of here."

Andy blinked. "Sun, I have to get Sun."

Lucas looked down the hallway, spotted Sun lying on the floor. "Then bloody well get her and hurry up."

Andy raced down the corridor, dodging around the steel mesh fence that covered the batling. He grabbed Sun around her waist and manoeuvred her onto his shoulder. He took her back down the corridor as quickly as his faltering legs would allow him.

Lucas waited near the steel door at the end of the corridor. He urged Andy to hurry.

As Andy passed by the batling, the steel fence was suddenly thrust up into the air.

The batling rose up and hissed. "You will die."

"Not today," said Lucas. "Come on, Andy. Get your arse in gear."

Andy picked up his pace; the batling hissing at his back urged him on. Several times he felt wind as a swipe of talons narrowly missed the back of his neck.

When he finally made it over to the door, Lucas gave Andy a shove from behind, sending him tumbling to his knees on the floor of the conference room. He barely managed to keep Sun from tumbling from his shoulders and onto her head.

Lucas slammed the heavy steel door shut behind them and joined Andy in the conference room.

The two nurses had finally been dealt with. West and the others in the room quickly came to Andy's aid.

"What happened out there?" West asked. He nodded at Lucas. "And what is he doing out of his cell?"

"Good to meet you, too, fella."

Andy eased Sun down on the floor and sat on his knees panting. He waved a hand. "Lucas saved us. He's...I don't know what he is...but just don't shoot him."

Lucas grinned. "That's one of the kindest things anybody has ever said about me."

West nodded to the door. "What's going on out there? It sounds like a warzone."

"It is," said Andy, still panting. "And we need to prepare for battle."

Dr Chandelling knew what he was doing was wrong. He fought back every second, throwing his body into fits as he tried to wrest control of his body; but as much as he fought, the buzzing in his head was winning the battle over his being.

He gritted his teeth as his hands worked against his will, typing in commands to the computer in front of him, some invasive force invading his mind and stealing away the information contained there.

He watched in horror as the final command was entered on screen. The worst command he could possibly have given.

Suddenly, Dr Chandelling was back in control of himself. He almost laughed he was so relieved. Immediately he reached for the keyboard, to undo what had just been done, but before he was able, the buzzing in his head returned. It increased and increased until the skin around his skull split open and his brain exploded all over the flashing red monitor.

Chapter Twenty-Six.