As Hex steps inside, she scans the room quickly. Two chairs, a small server rack, a desk in the corner, a shelf with some tools and parts. She slings her rifle and kneels down in front of the server rack. She takes her tablet and connects it to the server. After a few seconds, she accesses the tram schedules and notices. “Ash, it’s Hex. I’m seeing mention of a conference being held in the Genetics wing storage area for the same time that the shutdown happened.”