A young man, around his 20s, walked through the facility. It was a mess, overturned chairs and tables, broken objects and doors, not to mention the amount of blood stains on the walls. He was disconnected from his team, the giant maze of hallways near impossible to navigate. He slowly moves through, his weapon raised with the flashlight on. He reaches for the radio. "Command? Command, this is Roberts, do you copy?" Silence "Repeat, do you read me?"