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The hallway lead dead north. The path is mostly linear aside from some minor twists and turns but it's barely noticeable by anyone in the group. The walls and floor that surrounds your group are made out of an old, reinforced steel that has weathered the years far more than the elevator.
The only sound throughout your voyage down the endless hallway is the sound of your own footsteps. You're not sure how far they echo but you can only hope whoever else is down here is busy with something else.
"Stop!" Ashley harshly whispers. Your group grinds to a halt and it only takes a second to realize why she told you to stop. There's a sharp corner turn only five feet away from where you're currently standing and right around it, you can make out the sound of someone talking.
You dim your light (with your allies following suit) of your lanterns before peering your head around the corner.
The turn leads into a small break room of this bizarre underground facility or shelter you're wandering around in. It is sparsely decorated with only a few steel tables and chairs scattered around to let people rest their legs. Two vending machines for "NIL'S SHADOWY BREW" and "FISHY'S HELP IN A CAN" at the back of the room are the only other thing in that room.
Not counting your hallway (south of the breakroom), you see three other paths.
-A hallway continuing north at the back of the room.
-A locked metal door labeled "RESEARCH LAB"
-A locked airlock labeled "HAZARDOUS MATERIALS."
Not like you can explore those just yet since three people are loitering around in the breakroom. Each of them is clearly not from this area since aside from some very basic winter protection, all of them look like they came from completely different districts.
A tall, bulky man with half-formed tusks is sitting down at one of the tables closest to the RESEARCH LAB. Aside from a fur-lined coat all he's wearing is a business suit and tie that's clearly two sizes too small for him. A shotgun rests gingerly in his hand. "Where the hell ARE those WHITEROCK fucks? I thought they would be hiding here!"
A spindly woman wearing nothing more than a red bodysuit and a scarf is resting her back against the locked airlock. A revolver hangs around the holster on her belt. "I told you, I don't know. Extraction said they were here and they would be hiding some valuable artifacts here. That's it."
The last one is a Drone wearing naught but a grey suit and tie. There's nothing else noteworthy or identifiable about him aside from the fact he has a baseball bat instead of a gun. "WE SHOULD CONTINUE EXPLORING THEN, NO? HAVE YOU FOUND A WAY TO GET INSIDE THE ROOMS HERE?"
"Tried." The Graverobber Halfbreed knocks his fist against the metal door. "Too tough for me to punch through. Airlock probably wouldn't flinch if you threw a fuckin' Y-Corp Warp Bomb at them. Should we meet up with the others?"
"Probably." Bodysuit Lady sighs, clearly defeated at their own lack of progress.
