[Inziladun]

The dark skies above the facility were fitfully illuminated by the bright, full moon peeking through breaks in the high clouds.
Inside, most of the trapped inhabitants lay fitfully sleeping. Three of their number did not sleep.
Two figures walked silently, purposefully toward their intended target, one with a small vial of liquid in hand. They did not feel the eyes upon them, straining to keep them in sight through the shadow, nor did they notice footfalls behind them at a respectful distance.
As they reached their victim they stopped short, savoring the moment. The vial was opened, a hand began to tip it.
Suddenly, a silver ball flashed through the air and struck the back of the second figure. A stifled cry of surprise was voiced, and the first quickly secured the vial. Both ran off into the darkness.
The firer of the ball nodded in approval at the way the improvised slingshot had worked. It was amazing what one could do with a paper clip, a rubber band, and a ball bearing.
Heading back to bed, two of the group were bitterly disappointed, another quite satisfied.

The "Living"
Sally
Coppermirror
Kitanna
Lommy
Shasta
Kath
Boro

The "Dead"
Professor Inzil
Legate (Ordo)
Greenie (Ordo)
Nogrod (Ordo)
Loslote (Ordo)
Nerwen (Moviephile)


IT IS DAY 4