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| - Project: Lazarus ist das 45. Hörspiel der Big Finish Doctor Who audio stories. Es ist die zweite Geschichte einer lose zusammenhängenden Serie über die Organisation The Forge, nach Project: Twilight und gefolgt von Project: Destiny. Das Hörspiel besteht aus zwei Teilen: der erste erzählt von der Begegnung des Sechsten Doctor und Evelyn mit Cassie Schofield, während im zweiten Part der Siebte Doctor allein zu The Forge zurückkehrt und die Fehler seiner vorigen Besuche zu korrigieren versucht.
- Project Lazarus is the organisation formed with the Firestorm Taskforce, lead by General Cortez. A GDI Commander was sent from this organisation to deal with Nod and an enemy called CABAL. The project was formed several months ago which led to the Firestorm Crisis in 2031 and a Second Nod Reunification War in the 2030s before the Third Tiberium War.
- Prologue: Rain Location: Project Lazarus, Fairview Branch Building Date: July 2, 2016 Time since first Infection: 3 days A heavy rain pounded the windows of the Project Lazarus, Fairview Branch building. Eva walked the third floor alone; she was a cop by day and a rent-a-cop by night, having found a position as a security guard at the building. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the still corridor, revealing the blank grey wall and smooth tile floor. Further down the hall there was a door and a security desk, behind the desk a lone man sat. He rose from his chair as Eva approached. “There you are. Finally. My shift ended five minutes ago.” “Evening, Arthur.” Eva sounded as worn out as she felt, but as she drew nearer she flashed him a fleeting smile. Arthur smiled back at her. Eva knew better than to take him too seriously, he had never been one to complain about her late arrivals. “Rough day at the office? You sound all bummed out.” Eva shrugged, “Yeah, kinda. Got a call about some crazed hobo in the park, bit a few people apparently, we tazed him and threw him in an ambulance to be tested for anything. But my money is on him being psycho. Took three of us to take him down and belt him to a stretcher.” “Seems to be a lot of that going around these days; you hear about that dude they found down in the sewers? Killed twelve workers down there before you guys flushed him out.” Eva nodded grimly. “Yep. Put one of our guys in the hospital too. Thank God a sniper got him before he could kill the poor bastard.” Arthur was silent for a while afterwards, not really talking at all as they preformed the usual routine of signing log books and scanning their timecards on the desk mounted computer. “Well,” he said at last, “I’m off home. See ya’ next week.” He departed back down the corridor, leaving Eva to herself. Sitting herself behind the desk, Eva leaned back in her chair and reached for a discarded newspaper in the trash bin. It was the latest edition of the Times, and she flipped it open to read the headline. ‘City Council Declares New Budget for the Year: Police and Fire Department Funding Lowered’ “Just peachy,” Eva briefly scanned the article, but found it made her sick to the stomach, so she moved on to the next. ‘Government Funded Environmental Group under Fire: Project Lazarus Directors Called Before Congress’ Eva suppressed dry chuckle. “Yeah, about friggin’ time.” Scanning the article she read the words aloud to herself. “Project Lazarus Directors: Simmons, Smyth, Higsby, and Zhang are to appear before Congress on Monday to explain the use of government funds used by the Project on alleged illicit activities. The Project, formed in 1961, is both federally and privately funded, but questions have been raised on the exact use of funds going into the Project in recent years.” Eva stopped there. Pretty much everyone knew about the Project’s supposed activities. Or at least they thought they knew. Rumors had been flying over the news about black ops and illegal arms trafficking, but Eva knew the answer. All that funding was going behind the door she guarded, where crack pot ‘scientists’ played around with road salts and test tubes, and paid her to guard the damn door. Perhaps even worse, however, was that the executives in this place were sitting on her request to for a full time position, over the part time she held now. As much as she had enjoyed being a police officer over the past few years, Eva was quickly being more and more deterred by the idea of donning the uniform of the Fairview Police Service day after day, only to be faced with a job that seemed out to kill her. Her first ‘stabbing’ had been at the hands of a drunk with a screwdriver. Thankfully nothing serious had some of that. That last time though had been too close, only a few millimeters from her left kidney and then bleeding out before reaching a hospital. Couple that with the shootout on the subway two months ago…Eva cut the thought off before it could blossom. It was too soon to be thinking of that right now, the wounds left by bullets that hadn’t even touched her had yet to heal, and she wasn’t about to risk opening them even further. Trying to take her mind away from such things, she returned to the newspaper. Scanning further down the page, Eva spotted a tiny editorial, but one claiming to have been written by an ex-Project member. But before she could start on the small column of words, her Project provided shortwave radio came to life. “We got an intruder at the main entrance.” Eva looked up at her radio in surprise, unsure if it was a real call out or just in her tired, deluded head. “Sir you’re going to have to leave.” The guard on duty at the entrance had left his radio on. “Sir, back away from the door, I have full authorization to...” The sound of shattering glass could be heard followed by a couple gun shots then, a terrible, blood chilling scream. What came though next was even more horrible, the sounds of ragged breathing, a mumbled plea, and then a gut wrenching tearing and ripping. “All guards to the main entrance,” a few gun shots, “I repeat all guards to the main entrance, we’ve got multiple intruders.” Eva sat motionless for a moment, still in shock, then sprang up, drew her Glock 19 and headed for the stairs. On the way down she met two other guards, one was Arthur, whose grey Project uniform was half unbuttoned. The other guard she did not recognize, but his name tag revealed his name to be Sanchez. “What the hell’s goin’ on?” Arthur looked bewildered. The peaceable man that he was, Arthur looked shaken by the idea of guns going off in the place where he worked. “Fuck me if I know.” Eva was just as bewildered, but her own nerves were far calmer. Bursting onto the main floor they sprinted together to the main entrance. It was dark. The guard desk lamp had been knocked on the floor and cast a single beam of light across their feet. They slowed to a creeping walk. File:PLSIG.png “Ugh God, what is that smell?” Arthur asked as their nostrils were assaulted by a metallic coppery smell. Eva’s foot landed in something warm and squishy, and her police issue boot slide a few inches across the tile floor. Grabbing the shoulder of the man next to her for balance, she looked down at her foot and felt her stomach churn violently. What she stood in was nothing less than a pile of fresh, warm, entrails. Eva backed out of the mess hurriedly. She was unable to stop herself from retching, and eventually throwing up on the bloodied floor. Arthur stood by to pat her on the back as she heaved. Sanchez on the other hand flicked on his flashlight and shined it around the room. The beam revealed the body of a guard, his face was gone, raked off by…something. More horrifying was his abdomen, of which the contents were lying ten feet from the corpse. Sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the floor Sanchez’s beam caught something else, a large smeared streak of blood, reminiscent of something being dragged across the floor and outside. T he beam of light steadily followed the crimson stripe outside, and illuminated an atrocious scene. Three people, all of them literally covered in blood, were crouched over the body of one of the guards. They have already pulled apart the guard’s chest, and each was reaching into his still warm corpse and forcing the bloody bits and pieces into their mouths. The three guards gaped at the scene, frozen in place by the sheer shock of what they saw. The three cannibals on the other hand seemed disturbed by Sanchez’s flashlight, for they howled and shrieked unearthly screams at the guards. This, paired with the actions of one of the cannibals, who rose to his feet and slowly stumbled towards the three guards, was enough to send the rent-a-cops over the edge. Without thinking, all three of them drew their side-arms and opened fire. By the time three pistols clicked empty, the three cannibals lay still in the grass, the blood that left them staining the neatly manicured lawns crimson. “What the hell was that?” Sanchez said, his hands visibly shaking. A flash of lightning momentarily lit up the cluster of dead bodies. Before any of them had a chance to answer every alarm in the building was going off. The halls were filled with flashing red strobes, and an automated voice was speaking through the intercom system. “All tier three personnel will proceed calmly to the garage. This is not a drill. I repeat all tier three personnel will proceed in a calm and orderly fashion to the garage.” Just then Eva’s cell rang. She dug it out of her pocket and checked the front screen, it was the station. Something big must have happened, the Lazarus Project building was being evacuated, and now she was being rung by the police station, in the middle of the night? She flipped the phone open and accepted the call. “Taylor speaking.”
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