Crag rattled out of the side hatch of the transport and into the cool, moist air, feeling the draught between his tentacles. His wings shuddered as he dipped down towards the gathering outside the entrance to the featureless facility nobody bothered to name. May as well get this over with, he thought. He hadn't expected to live long anyway, he chuckled to himself. He spied a flashlight lying in the back of the jeep. "I'll have that. *BS*" He shiftily pocketed a blowtorch cutter as well. He expected other people needed them, but he didn't want anything getting in his way. Besides, people would be pestering him for help anyway, so he could lend it out. Unexperienced wannabes. He flew towards the entrance, expecting to find somebody tolerable to go around with inside. He clicked the light switch a couple times to make sure it worked *Dice roll*, and headed into the gloom.
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