Unlucky

He was in a stockroom for cargos. He ran on the right, hiding behind the crates, out of the enemy’s sight. The man in the silver armor came out crushing in the walls. It seems that it’s enjoying its time hunting Gary.

He could feel the vibration on his pocket again, but it’s not the phone that Port gave to him once before, it’s the one they canary regularly used.

“Hello?” Gary moaned.

“Glad to hear you’re still alive,” Ina said.

“Can you tell me what’s going on here? Why aren’t they sending a rescue team here?”

“It’s not like we can’t, but the door that they used once before is stuck because of the sudden collapse of the pillars and some walls.”

“Does that mean I’m stuck here?”

“Yes, but there’s a chance that there’s a way out. You just need to investigate the area. I suggest you should find a map and I’ll find any records here regarding that place.”

“Why does it feel like you guys are behind all of this?”

“Because we are.”