Utterly Mad

((The Interplanetary Council dictates in their Standard Continental Building Code, Section 17, Subsection 3, Part 5, Paragraph B, line 887 that all doors on street-facing structures must open inward.))

Seeing as the opposition hasn't entered through the door yet [or even opened it], Holland will army crawl to the door and place quickly place a charge near the bottom of the door. Out of sight, out of mind.

The Rescue Team
Marcus
You run'n jump against the wall, barely managing to lift yourself and your heavy armor high enough to grab the ladder, but your gauntlet's iron grip kicks in just as your fingers brush the bottom rung. With a resounding KSSSHR-KUNK the ladder slides down and allows passage.

Perirgrinius
You deploy your energy shield, and fall back. Once you're about half a block away from the building, you let off a few shots with your rifle. The first couple are completely absorbed by the sturdy barricade, but one manages to punch through some thin paneling near the top.

Neither of you see any movement inside the apartment, and the city around you is dead silent.

The Survivors
Aaron
You employ your freerunning abilities, and hop gracefully over the counter and up the stairs, but just as you're about to reach the top of the first flight of stairs, a laser beam catches you in your left calf! The burning sears your nerves! The sudden pain makes you stumble and... Faceplant into the stairs. You can still move your leg, but it sure as hell hurts, and you've bruised your nose with the fall.

Holland
You separate the remote detonator from the mining charge pack, keeping it with you. You then arm the bomb and place it neatly next to the door frame, ripe and ready to blast anything that comes through the doorway.

The Laboratory
The elevator finally comes to a stop many feet below the warehouse, revealing a large reception room covered in pure, scientific looking tile. The platform's receiving end is surrounded with wire gates on all four sides and placed in the middle of the room. A number of desks and broken computers line the walls. They're all empty and somewhat corroded from likely years of inactivity.

Your host sighs a muffled sigh, and gets up from the chair. "If your god is what you say he is, then maybe we aren't lost after all." He opens the waist high gate, and steps off the platform. He extends an arm, gesturing to a long hallway lit with fluorescent bulbs that hum gently. "I have something I want to show you." is all he says.

((I apologize in advance))
"OH shit! I have been told about the stairs, but I didn't listen!" Aaron tumbles down the stairs while saying "fuck" over and over. He gets up and heads to the fire escape. Seeing if he can flank the Mooks.

((As a side note, very little of your actions are decided by me arbitrarily, but by some dice I've been rolling behind the scenes. I'm gonna start posting numbers in the update so you can all enjoy these insane rolls I'm getting.))

The Survivors
Aaron

You limp up the stairs, and reach the second floor. From there, you hobble over to the nearest window and peer into the night. You see shapes moving in the dark, out in the distance. More closely, however, you see someone climbing up the fire escape. They're clad in some very high-tech looking armor and they've got a similarly high-tech laser rifle in their possession. They're a few feet below you, but your banging around inside has alerted you of your coming, and you lack the element of surprise.

You gather your wits and take aim at the soldier below you.
Using a d10...
DODGE (0) [Critical failure!] vs HIT (7). Hit! DAMAGE (9) [Critical hit!]. Oh god.

Your 9mm bullet flies from the barrel, and you perfectly hit the solder right between his leg plate and his knee protector. The bullet blows through the back of his leg, and blood gushes from the hole.

You draw your sword, feeling its familiar weight in your hand. Flicking it open with ease, you gather your wits and leap out the window.
DODGE (2) vs HIT (0) [Critical failure!] Miss!
You fly past the mercenary and his fire escape, and instead get to watch two stories of apartment fly past you. You land -hard- on the sidewalk. Your left shoulder is twisted from its socket, and your vision spins. Your sword clatters from your grasp onto the concrete.

Holland
You strap your hammer to your back, and take careful aim with your borrowed automatic hot lead dispenser from the floor. You've got this door on lock.

The Laboratory
Your curiosity guides you, and you follow the suited man down many winding hallways, and while this maze might've confused a lesser man, your cheese-sharpened mind keeps expert track of the winding passageways and you know exactly how to get out even without your guide.

The man stops at an unmarked, windowless door in a particularly well-lit hallway, and pushes it open. You both enter. The scene before you is something strange, as if ripped straight from the ramblings of a madman. The room looks like it was once a normal, large laboratory. One large counter runs the perimeter of the room and different and arcane apparatuses stand haphazardly in the middle of the room. However, this room has been... Altered. The floor is nearly covered in a fine spread of dried blood and rotting flesh, and it reeks of death. The apparatuses in the room appear to be dissection tables. Many still have mutated corpses lying cut open on the benches, entrails pouring out onto the floor. Some of them are hanging on meat spikes, dangling from the ceiling. Along the walls, papers and papers featuring pencil drawings of complex formulas and chemical diagrams are taped and hung. The counters that aren't littered with organs have some glass beakers and flasks filled with yellow, viscous liquid.

Your dear, sweet, beloved host leans over and whispers into your ear, "I only need a vial of your blood. Then this can all be over."

The Rescue Team
Marcus
As you get the ladder down and begin ascending, one of the survivalists appears in a second story window above you! He fires a shot from his pistol, and it explodes through your right knee! The world turns red, and you start to have tunnel vision as you lose your grip on the ladder and fall to the dirt, blood gushing from your right leg.

Pegrigrinius
You send your order to Two-Paw, and it bwoop-bwoops in reply. The cannon winds up its shot, and fires! The door is completely reduced to sawdust! STUN ( There is a shape behind the door of a man lying prone, and you're certain you've just suppressed the HELL out of that guy.

Mini Survivor Update
Holland
The door in front of you explodes into splinters! You're unhurt, but you can't see a damn thing with all the dust in the air.

((Whoopsie daisies.))

Do it. For science and cheese! Cheesy science!

Wait, what does he mean by "will all be over?" Fuck it, I made my decision, I'm sticking with it.

Open up on the prone figure. No honor here.

"To be fair, we DID ask politely.