You and Gina walked through a malfunctioning door and encountered what looked like a walking maggot and both of you shot it out of reflex.

Gina: I might've just fucked us. This could've been an ambassador.

(Y/N): If that's the case then let's hear what the next one has to say.

Another one hopped around the corner and began making some kind of noise which you and Gina tried to imitate. Then it released some kind of shockwave causing your ears to ring like crazy.

(Y/N): (covers ears in pain) SON OF A! (empties entire magazine)

Gina: IT'S THE SAME STORY EVERY TIME! You give someone the benefit of the doubt and they try to kill you.

(Y/N): God I really hope that doesn't cause hearing problems for me.

The two of you kept going through sector B and came to a lift that had a dead body near it.

Gina: Oh look some people left their clips for us.

(Y/N): You can take that one I'll take the bullets out of this one, won't fit in mine.

Gina: Why?

(Y/N): Different guns, that's a glock mag, mine's a USP. Same cartridge though. I have a stash in the shipping warehouse so we should find a way to get there.

Gina: If we can't find an exit before then we'll look for it.

You pulled the lever and quickly jumped onto the fast moving lift.

(Y/N): This has probably been the worst day of my life.

Gina: Meh, I've had worse.

(Y/N): Innsbruck?

Gina: Yep.

(Y/N): Figured. You think we might be able to find something we could sell to Eddie?

Gina: Probably. If we find extra guns we could sell 'em.

(Y/N): Now that I think about it I've got stashes everywhere in this place. There could be at least $400,000 worth of shit in one of them.

Gina: That explains the bulletin about missing munitions among other things.

The lift reached the bottom and you had a grand journey of 12 feet before coming across a catwalk that had collapsed.

Gina: Why aren't there any support cables here? The last catwalk had dangling cables, if there was one of those here I could just swing across like Tarzan.

(Y/N): Might as well weigh our options. So we could fall into the pit and die, gore ourselves on the jagged metal mesh, or land on the concrete and maybe break our legs.

Gina jumped directly onto the concrete while you grabbed onto an electrical box and gently dropped onto the ledge.

Gina: I'm gonna have arthritis by the time I'm forty at this rate. Assuming I even live that long.

She marched onward while you trailed behind and blushed a little looking at her back (and butt).

Gina: Hey something is fighting the facehuggers. So it can't be all bad.

The thing spat some green crap at her and you shot it dead in response.

Gina: (spits, raspberries) Guh, tastes like dead caterpillars.

(Y/N): We need to keep moving.

Gina: (dry heaves) Yeah.

(Y/N): Cannonball?

Gina: (looks at river below) Sure. It'll look cool.

(Y/N): Ladies first.

She got a running start before jumping into the water with a huge splash and you did the same.

Gina: That was fun.

(Y/N): Glad to see you think so, you're usually so jaded and cynical.

Gina: Well, great minds think alike. And we've been agreeing on almost everything since I teleported next to you.

(Y/N): (chuckles) Ladies first.

Gina: Thank you. Hey what's up with this ceiling?

(Y/N): Yeah that looks pretty weird.

Gina: That looks like a room with moving walls meant to crush people. Oh my god.

(Y/N): What?

Gina: That was a pun, "What's up with this ceiling?" I'd punch someone in the mouth if they said that to me.

(Y/N): Yeah I'd be mad but I wouldn't assault someone if they said that to me.

You and Gina came along another dead end and a very strange room.

Gina: Ah, this must be our box smashing room. I mean what other purpose could this serve? We've got a bottomless pit here and the walls look strong enough to withstand a missile blast.

(Y/N): This must've cost a couple thousand dollars. Eat your heart out taxpayers.

Gina: Extreme hopscotch time.

{Insert extreme hopscotch montage here}

(Y/N): There's nothing there, they're literally lifting boxes in here to drop them over this pit. I thought our department was wasting money, but we were doing more than just smashing boxes.

Gina: We're a monument to misspending.

(Y/N): Oh, finally an elevator. Maybe it'll get us out of here.

Gina: I hope it does.

The two of you got in and you pressed the button.

(Y/N): (leans against elevator wall) When we get out of here I'm going to drink myself stupid.

Gina: You and me both. Maybe we could carpool.

(Y/N): Sure.

The door opened and you stood up.

Gina: Looks like we've got so many bodies we're hanging them from the ceiling. (something drags body out of sight) And the ceiling eats them.

(Y/N): Looks like that cable fried the facehuggers.

Gina: There's no way around it so let's try the door.

She attempted to open the locked door and yelled at the workers on the other side.

Gina: I refuse to believe that we won the cold war with initiative like that. That's not the spirit that kept soviet paratroopers off my lawn. (spots open air vent) An air vent. Die Hard has taught me the way yet again.

(Y/N): You try that I'm going to take a break.

She climbed into the vent and you fell back onto a couch. While waiting you thought about the strange relationship you had with Gina. The two of you shared a room and you've shared quite a few moments with her.

(Y/N): I know I care about her. The question is 'how much?'

The cable stopped sparking and Gina opened the door from the other side.

Gina: You're on the preliminary list.

You stood up and followed Gina to the end of the hall where a door and window sat.

Gina: Ah, finally. (door is locked) What? I WENT THROUGH THAT OBSTACLE COURSE FOR THIS!? I HATE THIS PLACE I WANT TO SMASH THE WHOLE PLACE DOWN!

She began wildly swinging her crowbar in rage and broke the window in the process.

(Y/N): That works.

You climbed through and Gina read the sign next to a flooded office.

Gina: 'Scheduled chaos theory'? That makes about as much sense as grounded aviation or deep sea astronomy.

She went looking for anything that could be useful and you stayed back and read the name of the person who the office belonged to.

(Y/N): Dr. Newell. Bet he broke some kind of water valve or maybe a steam pipe.

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I hope you all are enjoying this and cookies for everyone who can guess where partial inspiration for this comes from.