It’s been hours. Hours since they entered Hadal Blacksite to save people. But yet so far the 141 has only ran into these giant entities trying to kill them. Soap almost got killed by what the site calls ‘The Angler’. Gaz was almost eaten by a ‘Wall Dweller’. And Roah almost got snatched and murdered by a black thing in a locker trying to escape Angler. They were exhausted and wary, not knowing what else the damn place had that wanted their blood. ”Jesus Christ, we can’t even contact Shepard at base!” Price exclaimed at one point, frustrated that they couldn’t contact the general even if they tried to. ”There has to be a way out, right?” Soap questioned, opening a door labeled 60 and went through. Everyone was frustrated and scared, not knowing if they were going to be let out at all to get back to the surface.