SIte B- The Archive
A locked door sat at the end of a long, dim corridor. Water dripped from the ceiling, and the squeak of mice and various other rodents could be heard echoing off down the empty corridor, the noises rattling from wall to wall, up the stairs and into the building proper.
Behind this door, at the end of this corridor is the archive, the documents- the notes, the minutes of meetings and recounts of situations and experiments long passed. But your chances of finding anything in this menagerie of paper, reems upon reems, is slim to none. Good luck.
A locked door sat at the end of a long, dim corridor. Water dripped from the ceiling, and the squeak of mice and various other rodents could be heard echoing off down the empty corridor, the noises rattling from wall to wall, up the stairs and into the building proper.
Behind this door, at the end of this corridor is the archive, the documents- the notes, the minutes of meetings and recounts of situations and experiments long passed. But your chances of finding anything in this menagerie of paper, reems upon reems, is slim to none. Good luck.
