Suit up, warmie.
…
The power room was sort of guarded. As in there were two cultists, one on each side of the door. Both had been taped to the walls, and had the veins on their bound wrists slashed. You could see the path their blood had taken down the walls by the horrible bio-mechanical vitality it had left behind — but the worst part was lingering traces of ecstasy on their faces. If these were sacrifices, they were a willing one.
Still, they were dead, and we didn’t waste time. If you’re listening to this, don’t waste time. Remember your classes and training. The cultists will have a plan. It will be complicated, precise, and merciless. If you try to match plan for plan, you will lose. So go in quickly. Break things. Disrupt. Ignore everything else, including your looming death.
Which is what we did.
