Shelter No. 100, Floor B40.
I Max Black led his team, finally getting through the mountain-like obstacles and metabolites, arriving at the dust-free storage where the Black Boxes were kept.
Seeing the mission coordinates on the map just within reach, all the players momentarily breathed a sigh of relief.
The straight line distance of less than 200 meters was even more arduous than a kilometer of cross-country, especially since insects suddenly emerging from the shadows were intermittently challenging their SAN values.
"I'm going to open the door."
Leaning on one side of the warehouse door, I Max Black gave a signal to a teammate on the other side, then punched the mechanical button to manually open the door.
Accompanied by a hissing leak of air, a dry airflow blew from the door, driving the dust clinging on the door cracks outward.