Thomas stands in front of a metal door in the facility, his hand hovering above the console that's set inside. He's dressed in his typical uniform, a grey shirt with the logo of the G.A.Z.A. across the chest paired with black slacks, a white lab coat on top. Hovering along his right arm are a few orange holographic displays only accessible to him by a neural chip he had planted into the base of his neck.

Taking a deep breath, he places his palm against the console, allowing it to scan his palm print and iris before opening the door with a hiss. He takes a step inside and immediately notices a few coworkers seated around a long oval table, one of which notices Thomas and waves him over.

Leena: "Thomas? Glad you could make it, we've just got word that your assignment was changed last minute. You're now tasked with taking care of a 'Uncharted' marked creature from the uncharted reagions."