While inside of Sector V, mechanical engineering and manufacturing sector, you pass by the multiple broken conveyor belts, stacks of wooden boxes, offices with Xen infestation, multiple unfinished objects and broken weapons.

Walking down the hall of empty offices, cracked walls, and some puddles of Xen blood, you come across a HAM radio, playing static behind some set up sandbags at the end of the hall. You decide to touch the radio until you feel something almost burning, but still warm, touch the back of your neck.

Turning around, you see a Black Operations Robot Grunt push the barrel of its MP5 at you, and considering how warm the barrel was, it just killed something. It spoke up, having the same dialect and voice systems as the BMRF Automated Announcement System.

“What are you doing here. Surrender for questioning.”

It said, its voice cold.