You build up my hopes, then crush them.

Not having this problem at all I found TWO count them...one... two techs from Gamma sector, but they were both butterfly boosts

 

I fought my way to the bottom of the heavily guarded underground labs, as much blood had been spilt as there was stored in the eerie containers dotted around the lab itself. My hammer, splattered with remains and entrails, hanging like loose spaghetti from its metal frame. Down to my last bandages, i wrapped up my profusely bleeding leg, cut deep by a guards blade, whom was now dispatched of, like the rest of his squad. Skull smashed and life lost as his corpse further stained the metallic sheen of the labs décor with a gruesome hue of crimson.

My journey had taken me past hideous, dark machines of evil and torturous intent, but i knew i had to keep going, whatever was at the bottom on this lab had to be worth it. I needed to stop them. It had become my personal mission ever since i was first opened fire upon for daring to walk near the labs grounds. Anyone who is that protective of their business cannot be up to anything good, or so i thought. Yet more guards appeared and yet time and time again, my hammer silenced them. Knocking off one of their helmets, i slammed the hilt into his jaw, sending a shower of chunks of teeth and blood spraying across the floor before quickly bringing him to his death as the heavy end impacted the guards frame, sending the poor bastard skidding off down the hallway, limp and lifeless. The scene would have perhaps been jarring if i wasn't so pumped with adrenaline and hate. Despite my superior strength, they still got their potshots at me, bullets ripping into my frame, tearing chunks of my own flesh out and slowly grinding me down to a halt... but just when i thought that perhaps my end was nearing, i finally reached the ultimatum of my journey. The final guard fell like his previous bretherin to swift blow to the head and i gathered myself for what could lay ahead.

What laid ahead of me i shall never forget. Limping into the neon and plasma glazed room, clutching my bleeding limb tightly, i saw a singular chest, propped up on some metal shelving in the back of the chamber. The buzzing and crackling of the tesla coils and various bleeps of the electronic machines blending into a mixed nothingness as heaved my way over the chest and leaned on it briefly, gathering some strength to pull the container open. The locks hissed and clicked as it opened, a sealant gas leaking from its innards as it decompressed. I flipped the lid open and waved away what coolant remained upon its contents, sheltering it from my gaze...

A trumpet and some pineapple seeds.... those fucking bastards...