The noises it was all underwhelming to a man like 004. He's been through this shit countless times, most he couldn't even put all on his ten fingers... though he couldn't help but be irritated due to the thick amounts of dust clouding his vision plus the air he was breathing in... 004 didn't even know why he took this stupid job in the first place! I mean... He got it from the camp it wasn't like he could say no or he'd get punished.. which he'd rather not go through. Other than that though he somewhat had a valid excuse to use his knife finally after a good while..

Despite the obvious blood from his wounds seeping through his clothes.. 004 paid no mind to it and tugged on through the wrecked corridors of the warehouse.. stirring up dust in its wake with each step he took. 004 would scrunch up his face a little in annoyance..

“God... this'll get old real soon before I can even get this mission over with...”

004 complained underneath his breath as he kept a sharp out with his knife in hand ready to strike at any moment at enemies..