Jessica finished taking the final photo after, twelve poses and expressions later, settling on nestling the bulky frame of the replica M41A between her legs with two fake hand grenades duct taped underneath it as she stroked the grip and held the trigger. Her phone snapped a series of rapid photos as she imitated the face of a gorilla trapped in orgasm while having a mouth full of peanut butter and the rifle let out its chittering, screaming shots as she kept the trigger pulled. For twenty minutes she had been trying to come up with something suitably idiotic for her post but she felt this was perfectly terrible in every way.
"Tooooootally worth the half an hour spent trying to find the grenades..."
Jessica set the giant gun down onto the table beside her as she looked over the photos and moved to the mirror. The cosplay, being far easier to get together than she thought it would be, was exactly what she had wanted it to look like. With all the buzz about the upcoming and obviously soon to be successful raid on Area 51, she felt the urge to get into something a little bit alien. In the mirror stood a geared up Colonial Marine: from helmet to boot, everything was as accurate as could be. A pair of replica boots, surplus camo pants as close to the original color and pattern from the production photos as could be found, a few pouches and grenades to attach to the belt, a tight olive green tank carefully cut to show off the goods while being tight enough to perfectly hug her toned core and short enough to display her hips as she let the pants sag enough to tease her pink thong, and a helmet custom made using foam bearing a side mounted headlamp on the right and the words 'Don't get hugged' scrawled onto the left. Satisfied and ready to relax for the day, began fiddling with her phone to post the photos.
"What you gonna do when I show up with this gun?" she mouthed while typing the words to one of the more standard selfies holding the rifle resting on her shoulder.
"No base can handle these guns." said the other photo now lovingly angled to show as much of her cleavage as possible while also catching her expression contorted into one likely befitting the creatures locked away deep underground.
The photos were posted and within seconds replies, shares and likes were already flooding in.
"See you at the base!"
"#can'tstopusall."
"Jessica, heavy weapons expert seen equipped with bunker busters acquired from the Area 51 raid."
All remarkably silly as the entirety of the meme was. Jessica sank into the nearby couch as she threw likes to comments she found funny and took the time to type out a few responses to the especially humorous morsels.
"Pew pew game over, man!" she typed with a smile.
As soon as she hit the send button, a strange smell wafted through the room. Not unpleasant, though wholly unfamiliar within her home and far too sudden a change to not be noticed. It smelled like a lemon scented cleaning solution of some kind; pleasing yet blatantly artificial. It grew more powerful with each passing moment until it was nearly overpowering. She rose to try and move to find and remove the source of the now aggravating stench. As she did, she saw her long blonde hair begin to rise into the air with a palpable static sensation. There was a flash, the sound of whirling engines and crackling electrical bursts. Her eyes shut as they were overpowered by the sudden flash and within a scant few seconds, she felt the air itself change entirely.
Her golden-brown eyes opened to find little else but darkness and concrete floors. There were small red lights in the corners of the large and seemingly empty room though they failed to illuminate much more than bits of the ceiling, walls and floor as that's likely all they were meant to do. Jessica pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight and tried to find something to explain where she was. Behind her was a frame constructed of thick metal and snaked with thick wires and cables. It was attached at the base to a track the looked to simply move back and forth over the shining square panels she was standing on. More giant cables sprawled out from the panel now appearing to be a raised platform as she stepped off it to better inspect the machine.
Beyond it were a few desks covered in papers and glowing with the light of computer screens. The room was devoid of sound save for a distant and low humming though there was no indication as to where it was. Jessica, both frightened and intensely curious, continued to search the room for any clue as to where she was.
"Hello?" she called out sheepishly.
There was no response save for her own echo. The only thing she found beyond what was near her was a door. Two people wide and made of steel with no door knobs or handles and little other features save for a glowing red bar above it. As Jessica stepped to it, it bing'd softly and turned green before the door slid open. She stepped through to a hallway only somewhat better illuminated and still devoid of anything to tell her of where she was.
Her footsteps were light and slow as she moved to place a hand on one side of the wall and carefully proceed to her left. A sense of fear set in, her heart beating audibly in the near silence. She wasn't sure of what to be the most fearful of; be it the sudden and unintentional access to this imposing place or the more immediate fear of being alone in dark and unknown hallways. Though she had seen no sign of there being any impending danger, she couldn't help but feel that fear boiling over in her skull, only worsening as time went on. Soon, not far from the door she had entered from, she found a small plaque next to another, smaller door. As she shone her flashlight on it with a shaking hand, it read 'Specimen Cryo Containment'. Jessica accidentally shifted her posture and tripped the scanner bar above the door causing it to bing and slide open like the first, leaving her too curious to not look inside.