The Group walks down the dark and murky tunnels, the sounds of battle rumbling from far away. Messages play through Foxtrot-2’s radio, calling for reinforcements and even armor support.
As the group goes deeper into the tunnels, signs of conflict begin to appear. Bodies of Octarians and Soldiers were spread across the tunnels, their weapons strewn across the hard concrete floor. Blood and Ink were splattered across the tunnel walls. The proximity of the slain showed the fighting was extremely close, almost hand-to-hand.
Foxtrot-2: “Jesus Christ… Something right outta a Saw film… Most Untriumphant…”
Finally, the group finds a large, metal door with a lock on it. at the end of a long tunnel. Soft music resonates from behind it. Carved in the concrete rimming the door are the words: “Dedf1sh was Here.” Foxtrot-2 eye’s brighten.
Foxtrot-2: “This is it, dudes! All we need to do is bust this lock and we’re in!”
He stops, then…
Foxtrot-2: “Who’s ever in there, stand, like, really far away from the door!”
He faces the group.
Foxtrot-2: “Who will do the honors?”
