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The hallway beyond is one you know pretty well, having been shuffled down it many a time. The neighbours were always rowdy.
Judging by the carnage here, they got out first. There's two men in various states of disassembly and sharp tears in the floors, the walls, the doors; bits of debris and the sharp tang of smoke and chemicals and gunpowder in the air.
Looks like that terminal over there is still active, section door control.
You're out. You're *free*. There's other colours than red and green now. Beige. Grey. Metal. And. . . so many sounds. Sights. Complications.
