The U.R.S.E.L.A facility is quiet, even the sound of the churning waters around the research lab were muffled.

Eadric stands over a series of computer panels, talking to himself, "And when I'm done with this job I'll be off to Colorado, somewhere in the mountains." The sable haired man comments absent-mindedly.

"I won't be able to see the ocean again if I try." Eadric closes a file on the eldritch monsters being summoned by the researchers here. "And forget about all of this."