PJ started again east but stopped and looked at Jessie. "Jessie, you don't get it do you." He sat next to her. "My brother died, and all I asked was his plans be destroyed, and I was lied to. Now the bomb, my brother made, is being used again." He got up and loaded his gun once more. "When I find those plans, they will be destroyed" He said walking off.
PJ made it to the base in a few minutes. It was empty, not even a guard. In his gut, he knew something was wrong, but he couldn't stop, not now. He nodded to his two comrades and slowly entered the base. As he walked an eerie feeling hung over him, as if someone, or thing, was watching them. That's when he heard one of his team mates scream.
He turned around and pointed the gun, there was blood on the floor. His other member was outside guarding the door, so he was alone. He decided to follow the blood. As he turned the corner he saw an elf covered in blood, and surrounded by corpses. "hehehehe" the elf laughed. It was then PJ noticed, the elf was wearing a torn straight Jacket. "Ma...ma... master?" the elf said. PJ looked at him confused. "Oh wait your not master, you look like him though, but now you die" the elf said rushing in grabbing PJ's throat and squeezing.
PJ had dropped his gun when he was grabbed, he had to think quick. Whoever is behind this also got a man out of the asylum, who the hell was this guy. He felt the grip start to tighten.