As I held the thin, bulletproof glass in my hands, my mind raced with questions and possibilities. The enigmatic nature of these armored soldiers fueled my curiosity, and I yearned to uncover the truth behind their presence in this hidden laboratory.
"Spread out and search the area for any additional information," I commanded, my voice steady despite the underlying urgency. The soldiers nodded in acknowledgment and dispersed, diligently scouring the chamber for any clues that could shed light on our predicament.
I turned my attention back to the bulletproof glass, examining it meticulously. There had to be a reason for its peculiar design, and I was determined to unravel its secrets. As I studied the left side of the glass, a faint glimmer caught my eye—a minute engraving etched into the surface.
"Help me with a flashlight."
