Glint moves over to a bank of monitors hanging from the wall, all of them somehow still functional. As he scans them for the target, he notices a scene of an outdoor patio of a restaurant. Two people, armed with sticks, are seen moving cautiously toward the front door. They press up against both sides of the open door, backs to the wall. One throws a soda can out of frame, and a split second later a large two legged creature runs after it from inside the door. The people quickly move inside and shut the door behind it. “I guess some people made it. I hope they can keep that lucky streak going” he whispers to himself.

Another monitor catches his eye. The view of a camera mounted in the top corner of a room pans back and forth. The equipment in the room appears to be in working condition, and there isn’t trash or blood on the floors. After the second pan, a man is seen sitting against the back wall, slumped onto the floor. A small puddle of blood lies next to his hastily bandaged leg. “Genetics Storage. That’s where we need to go.”