The plan has possibilities.  "Do you know if there are any hostages in that room?  Can you see if there are any Oxygen or other kinds of dangerous if severed lines along that wall?  Do you have access to any camera feeds before I go in?"  If the Doc was as good as I expected, cameras were probably out, but I had to ask anyway.

"No, our cameras are jammed station-wide. We have to rely on communication equipment or closed-system cameras now." He looks down at the schematics. "My mom got to stay in that room once, when it was open. There's nothing along that wall except a couch and a painting."

   That was something at least.  "Give a few minutes to get into position and get ready.  I'll call you once I'm ready to go.  Could you punch your number into my phone?  When I call, make some noise out here to draw their attention and to cover my entry."

   After getting the contact number, I made my way to the connecting wall to the hospital room.  I placed my hands against the wall and reached out with my mind to make contact with anyone in the room to read their surface thoughts.  I plan on spiking them if they turn out to be hostiles.

He grabs his communicator, and inputs his number. "Okay, I'll wait for your call."

You reach the other side of the far wall, and push your mind through the wall and find another nearby. It's small, will the voice of a frightened child. Please...someone please help...

I'm so scared.

I don't want to get hurt. If I keep quiet, they won't hurt anyone.

OOC: +@1 to Read Surface Thoughts for doing it without visual contact.

   A long time ago, I offered a guy named Oak a swap of a phaser for a light saber.  This is one of those times when I wish he would have taken me up on the offer.  I keyed the communicator.  "Make noise and get their attention, but do not attack.  I'm going through now."

   I picked what I hoped was a good corner of the wall, boosted, and kicked the wall as hard as I could, hoping to break through it.

"Affirmative."

You work to the edge of the wall, and fine a seem in it where you decide to kick. You focus on your form, boost, and SLAM your foot against the wall. Immediately, a dent a foot deep is punched into the wall, and it's disconnected so that you can see through to the other side through a small opening.

   I look through the hole to see who is in there and stage whisper, "Hey, get back away from the wall.  I'm here to rescue you and the others."  I don't have a lot of time because someone probably heard the noise, so I target the joint corner on the dented panel down from the corner I just kicked.  I focus my concentration and try to kick the wall panel in the room.

You see that the room you've broken into holds several hostages, many members of the nursing staff and one older man who's resting in a bed, sick. You whisper your instructions to them, and they seem frightened and relieved to see you.

You rear your foot back again, and make a hole big enough for people to move through one at a time. So far, there are still only the hostages in this room.

   So far, so good.  I climb into the hostage room, then try to get people starting to leave through the hole in the wall.  Once I get them going, I keep an eye on the door to see if anyone of the dupe persuasion comes in to check on the captives.  I need to keep this as quiet as possible, so the first dupe through the door get a patent pending, Misty Special Hardball Pain Blast to the brain.  I don't know how much longer I have, but I am happy for each moment that sees another person out of this room.

They all get up immediately. Many of the nursing staff starts walking through your new door single-file, but four stop before leaving. "What about the patients?" They talk quietly to one another, trying to decide whether to try and wake the patient up, lift them and carry him through, or just leave him for now.

One nurse steps up to you, "They have one of the doctors in the other room, and patients still all over in their own beds."

   It's hero time.  The problem is that I'm not good at being a hero.  I'm just a gumshoe trying to do my job the best that I can.  And I'm pretty sure that my P.I. Handbook doesn't mention weaponized bio-engineered clones.  Of course, I probably don't have the latest edition.  "My job is to get as many people out of here as possible.  If you're offering to help, I won't turn it down.  We need to get as many people back here and out of here as possible.  I'll clear the way.  You follow and take care of the people.  Questions?"

The nurse goes green when you ask her if she's offering to help. Still, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and shakes her head stubbornly. "No questions. Let's do it."

The others have managed to lift the unconscious patient off the bed, and are transporting him and medical equipment through the portal.

Outside, you hear a man--one you think you recognize, speaking louder. "He has to be here somewhere. Check the compartments in the rooms. Drawers, cabinets, he's a child so he could fit in any of them."

"Like I told you, we transferred him."

You hear a loud SMACK of skin on skin. "That isn't what the records say. Unless you're going to tell us where he is, keep quiet!"

   I smiled at the nurse.  "Thank you.  We're going to do a lot of good here together."  And I'm going to do a lot of damage by myself.

   They must be looking for Gabe.  Doctor Clonemeister must not have her mitts on him yet.  That was good.  I didn't have my mitts on him either.  That was bad.  I took a quick look around the corner to see what I could see.  I was ready to mind spike the guy talking.  Hitting a woman while I'm around is usually a really bad idea.

There are three or four men standing around the room in casual attire. Two have dark rings under their eyes. In addition, there's a lightly bloodied man in a white coat sitting down in a wheelchair his hands are bound behind his back. Another man is rubbing his fist in front of him. On his hip isn't one of the communicators you've seen but a good, old fashioned radio.

   I readied my MP7A1 PDW.  I figure that I'm going to need the little chattergun sooner than later.  Since I only have the one mag, I set it to single shot.  With my primary weapon set up, it was time to go to work.  I focused and then sent what I hoped was a major a pain spike at the guy with the radio, then ducked back out of sight.

The man with the radio was looking away from you at first, but as you prepare a pain spike to send at him, the radio buzzes to life with another familiar voice you can't quite place. "Harry, we're working our way through the labs now. No sign of the boy. What's your situation there?"

He turns toward your direction, and you suddenly recognize him-and the voice on the other end of the radio. The big man bloodying up the doctor is one of the dupes who came to the surface to rescue you and Gabe. On the other end, you recognize the other partner who came to help-John was his name. "No sign here either, but we haven't checked every nook and cranny. Security's got us bottled in here though, trying to get me to go out to negotiate with them. Probably so they can use me for target practice."

   I learned all that I need to know.  I fire the spike at Harry.  I need to clean this up quickly then head over to the labs.

You fire your pain spike at an unsuspecting Harry. And just as you do, you make eye contact with another dupe who raises his gun. "Get back in there with the rest, or else!"

Then, Harry shouts in pain and falls to a knee. He looks down at his shaking hands and somehow holds his consciousness and keeps himself together through what must be intense agony. You can tell that he's slowly trying to stand. Two dupes move over to tend to him. "What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

   The dupes are focused on their Boss.  This seems like a very good time to get to work on my Zombie Drill technique.  I fire a round at each of the heads of the two armed dupes, then one at Harry's head.  These bozos are too tough for a Mozambique Drill to do much good and I don't have the ammo to waste firing three shots at a single target.

You fire on the dupes, taking a few extra seconds for each to aim carefully and conserve ammunition. During one of your shots, you take fire and have to quickly duck back. It messes up your shot, but you still managed to hit your target in the chest, dropping him as he agonizes on the floor.

One dupe headshotted, one dupe in the chest that dropped, and Henry now returning fire.

   From cover, I reach out with my mind to find Henry, then spike him again.  When he is distracted, I'll shoot him, then go hunting for other dupes and hostages.

He tries to steady himself to return fire again, but the spike makes the shot fly wide, and you finish Harry.

As the pain was spiking through him, he made a last ditch effort to pull his radio out before he dropped from the bullet.

   I waited a few moments for another dupe to show his face.  If no one shows his face, I'm going to begin to sweep the closest rooms for dupes... and hostages.

Two dupes enter from the room after the gunshots, and you drop the first with a shot that hits him in the neck. His friend helps drag him behind a the wall quickly, and he shouts, "Give it up! We heard your gunshots, so we know one of you has a weapon, but there are more of us than there are of you. If you don't stop this, we'll come in there and you won't get to give up!"

   I tapped the send button.  I spoke quietly, hoping the guys could hear me and the dupes couldn't.  "Four dupes are down, including their leader.  I could use a little help with the rest.  I have their attention.  Come in quiet and shoot to kill."

   I called out.  "What makes you think the rest of you will do any better this time that the other times your Boss tried to kill me?  Give it up and I won't have to kill you, too."  Goons are goons, genetically engineered or not.  I'm definitely going to have to write an update to the P.I Handbook one of these days.

   I flipped the PDW to full auto.  I know I've got two or three good bursts before I had to go to something else.  I just had to make them count.