Without another word, he slipped away into the shadows, leaving Savine to face the daunting task ahead. She took a deep breath and approached the vent, her heart racing. It was a tight squeeze, but she managed to wiggle herself through, the metal scraping against her wet clothes.


Once inside, she found herself in a dark corridor. The smell of damp and oil hung heavy in the air. She could hear the distant murmur of machinery and the occasional drip of water. The only light came from a flickering emergency bulb at the end of the hall. She crept forward, her eyes adjusting to the gloom.


The floor beneath her was slick with condensation, and she had to be careful not to slip. She followed the sound of muffled voices, each step taking her closer to the heart of the warehouse.


As she turned the corner, she saw the first sign of human life: a guard post with two slumped figures. They were either asleep or unconscious, but she didn’t dare make a sound.


Savine’s heart pounded as she approached, her hand tight around the spear. With a swift, silent motion, she took them out, one after the other. She searched their pockets for any keys or devices that might help her. Her hands shook as she found a set of keys and a small, beeping device.


The beeping grew louder as she approached the double doors. The metal was cold under her palm, sending a shiver down her spine. With trembling hands, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. The sight before her was one she never thought she'd see again: rows of humans, chained to the walls, their eyes dull and lifeless.

"I'm here to help you!" She said, looking for her brother, but he wasn't one of them.


Agent 74, or Melio, got behind his computer again. He needed to do more damage to the code and fast. His fingers danced over the keyboard, his heart racing. He had to keep them occupied with something, anything.


He watched as the metal-animal like machines approached the screens. He had to act fast. He sent a false message to Arsitx that a breach had occurred. He knew it would draw its attention and hopefully the others with it.


Back in the alley, Pablo had set a small fire. The flames grew quickly, casting flickering shadows on the wet pavement. He heard the machines' alarms go off in the distance.