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The fluorescent lights stutter and die, plunging the lab into a deeper gloom before flickering back to life. In the uneven light, your own breath sounds too loud. Then other sounds cut through the hum of dead machines: the scuff of boots on grating, the low murmur of voices. Five shapes resolve from the shadows at the end of the corridor. A human in a decorated astronaut helmet leads, a broadsword hilt visible over their shoulder. Just behind, N and Uzi walk side-by-side, their hands clasped. His yellow eyes dart anxiously; her purple gaze is fixed ahead, sharp and wary. Bringing up the rear, V moves with a bored sway, while J scans the room with palpable disdain. They are methodically checking each door, each alcove. They are ten paces from yours and closing. What do you do?