As Glint steps inside, he scans the room quickly. Two chairs, a small server rack, a desk in the corner, a shelf with some tools and parts. He slings his rifle and steps over to the desk, turning the computer monitor to face him. He clicks the power button and the screen flashes to life. After looking through the trams schedules he notices a change, and radios it in. “Ash, this is Glint. Looks like they were routing the tram to only ferry from the main complex to the Genetics wing last night. My guess is that’s where our target is.”