Seems like either one of them already got out of their cell or there's five of them down there. You imagine the ETF aren't dead yet, they ARE trained for shit like this, but you need to get there now.
"Fuck. No time to waste. Let's move!" Lex gestures at everyone to fucking book it. There's no time. Your group and the rest of the REVOLUTINARIES make a break for the elevator. Thanks to Quentin clearing up the clog, <span class="mu-g">both of your groups manage to get down the second floor remarkably quick.</span>
You swore he even tinkered with the old hunk of shit directly to make it run better. It only takes four minutes for you to reach the second floor and what you see is...certainly something.
The room you find yourself in appears to be a very large cafeteria littered with long, dusty rectangular tables. Vending machines that have long since ran out of stock line every space of every wall. With how many tables and machines are here, you imagine this place could easily feed and hold 300 people without any issue. You assume there has to be a LOT more barracks than just the one on the first floor.
Though, the main thing that catches your eye is the vast amount of stringy white webbing scattered throughout the cafeteria. Dozens of feet worth of web reach up from the floor to the ceiling above. It's laid out in such a way that as you get closer to the enter of the cafeteria, it gets harder to avoid getting stuck in a web. Doesn't help that the tables have been moved to make traveling without tripping hard.
As for what's in the middle? Three ETF agents trying to retreat alongside...
https://youtu.be/ma3kLsKSbac - GRANDMA OF NESTS
You think Quentin undersold what the anomaly looked like. Hanging on a massive hunk of webbing is an anomaly that looks like it came straight out of a horror movie. Eight long, spindly legs made out of cracked porcelain that have punched their way out of a massive Matryoshka doll. The Matryoshka doll is oddly shaped, resembling that of a spider's body with the rear half being bulbous and fat compared to the skinnier top half.
The head and body of the Matryoshka doll have been partially separated, still connected by a thick string of webbing. You can just barely make out a glint of something shining inside of the gap.
"KHEHEH! KHEHEHE! KHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" The anomaly cackles with the voice of a crone straight out of some shitty fairytale. "AH! IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE MAMA HAS SEEN BABA, YAYA, OR PAPA! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?"
"Shit! I can't get a clear shot. Have you cleared the web?"
"Trying! Gamma, help me!"
"TRYING!" The three ETF agents are trying their best to claw through the webbing but it's pretty damn thick and sticky so their progress is short. <span class="mu-b">Oddly enough the anomaly isn't attacking them yet.</span>
She- It skitters across the webbing to keep a watch over the retreating ETFs.
