Utterly Mad

There wasn't a lot of sitting around after that day, people were too on edge after the first level of the underworks was drained. It was a time of excitement for some of them to be sure. The remaining workers were decided on the event really. Some couldn't care less and wanted nothing more than to be able to leave while others were excited by the progress. Progress meant a step closer to home and safety from the mycus. The uncovered level was little more than a crumbling walkway running around the edge of a large pool. Here and there, something oily and black could be seen trying to reach up and pull itself from the impenetrably dark depths of it's confinement.

"Walker, Parsons, Bannerman, with me. The rest of you stick with doc Kestrel. Let's see what we got." Felicia ordered. What they had was a series of important rooms, one of which contained the facilities backup generator. "It's been under water awhile. Ms. Walker, do you think you can fix it?"

Catnip gave it her "expert" examination, taking mental notes where necessary. It was a small electric model, not too different from some of those she'd passed up for use on the farm.

"I suppose." She said, wiping some more of the grime from the yellow plastic housing. It would need to be moved, since she couldn't work on it in that place. She said so and Tenny, surprisingly, backed her up by suggesting that the wiring down here would have to be rerun anyway. Once the details were worked out and a message run back up to the workers, Felecia called them together.

"I guess Patrick told you all the same thing and you've all had your own suspicions." She began, "some of the workers who were trapped with us have gone missing along with Samson's stand in. Patrick suggested a few things before he went AWOL."

George sniffed stiffly and added, "He seemed to believe there was a wolf among the sheep. You don't think our metaphorical wolf caught up with him, do you?"

"Maybe. But I'm of the opinion that he's most likely booked it halfway to Algol or Blue Haven by now after what he tried with... Er..." Felecia said, stumbling over the last bit. Catnip was too busy thinking about what Patrick had said and not what he'd done.

"So what you are saying," she said, clearing her throat a little, "Is there might be a killer inside with us?"