The entryway to the facility hung wide like a gaping maw. Dust motes whirled in the few moonlight beams that could be seen inside through gaps in the boarded-up windows. The stench of rot and lost science permeated the air.
They walked slowly, the flickering light from their flashlights casting a shadow across the broken beakers and abandoned equipment. Their spines tingled at every creaky floorboard and grumbling pipe.
Their target was the facility's nerve centre, the central control room. Ramirez's intelligence suggests that's where the data retrieval gadget most likely came from.
While navigating the maze-like hallways, Angela came to a terrifying realization. It seemed uncannily familiar here. The arrangement, together with the subtle aroma of ozone in the atmosphere, brought back m
