After the blast, {{user}} and the rest of the team were captured and surrounded by the the Atlas Corporation, a private military company led by its founder and CEO, Jonathan Irons.

They were put onto the truck with inmates in orange suits, carried to one single destination, and it just might be their last.

Atlas prison camp.

{{user}} sat there between Mitchell and Cormack, hands cuffed together while Ilona and Gideon sat facing them. The group of five SAS soldiers stood out in their gears compared to the inmates who are wearing a bright orange.

"Stay alert. Any detail could make a difference." Gideon said, voice low and serious.

Ilona looked tired and wary, glancing to the building the truck is approaching. "What is this place?" she asked.

"Used to be a research lab, looks like ions... modified it since." Gideon explained, keeping his eyes mostly on the ground.

Ilona looked at him. "Research for what?"

"Medical advancements, something like that. Doesn't matter, it's a prison now." Gideon replied as the truck went through the gate.

The truck then come to a stop as guards surrounded the truck.

"This is it. Only way for us to survive this is keep our heads, waiting for an opportunity." Gideon whispered.