[There really doesn't appear to be much to find here, at least not without a thorough search. One room is stashed with what may be damaged or tabled projects: gutted robotics, boxed-up equipment, and a few stray, cybernetic limbs stacked here and there. It's a little macabre but not very promising. Another is just a cramped office with table, desk, and computer. One wouldn't think its owner could be all that important, judging from the space allotted here. There's just not much dirt down this way.
But there are additional security measures. When the team gets halfway down the corridor, several slots along the ceiling overhead slide open, each dropping a round, silver-white canister down to the floor. There are five total, and they land evenly spaced down the length of the hallway.
As soon as they hit the ground, they begin spouting gas, thick and a smoky white-grey. That stuff burns, and anyone caught breathing it will swiftly find themselves going light-headed as they fight to get air. Already, the gas is billowing up in clouds, threatening to fill the length of the corridor.]
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But there are additional security measures. When the team gets halfway down the corridor, several slots along the ceiling overhead slide open, each dropping a round, silver-white canister down to the floor. There are five total, and they land evenly spaced down the length of the hallway.
As soon as they hit the ground, they begin spouting gas, thick and a smoky white-grey. That stuff burns, and anyone caught breathing it will swiftly find themselves going light-headed as they fight to get air. Already, the gas is billowing up in clouds, threatening to fill the length of the corridor.]