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Storms of Ifrit: Chapter 6, Please Leave

A beige maze. Klyde. A Close Encounter. A faux beach. With the die-cast, the crew took its first steps into the facility. Thomas took point, much to his chagrin. Lopez kept one hand on his shoulder while the other held an SMG with a hair trigger. The crew did the same, except for the bounty hunters. Dell chose to cling to Domitia's back, watching their six. Thomas led them through the shattered entrance, finding it had once been a decontamination room, clearly the scene of some sort of battle. The tiles had been smashed and scattered, revealing the same smooth white stone that formed the cargo bay. Faucets were smashed or broken off in whatever melee took place here. Ion fusillades had melted tile and stone together, warping them into irregular hills upon walls and floors. What's more interesting to Domitia, however, is what's missing. No water was dripping from the broken faucets, nor were any pools on the ground. Perhaps it already had drained away, but judging from how