Murphy carefully nudges the door to the storage area for the drug store with his foot, keeping his assault rifle ready as he looked around the area. There are tall shelves in the place, blocking his vision to the other half of the room.

"U.B.C.S., I'm here to help. Is anyone in here...?"

He asks as he walks around, his boots thudding on the floor. Murphy was just about to leave before hearing a thud somewhere, tracking the noise and looking up towards a large vent on the wall.