"(Calm down Eleven, you yelled out loud.)"

Agent Eleven begins breathing deeply with his hands on his head, "(one.. two.. three.. three.. two.. one..)"

The agent puts his back against a wall and he feels a bump against his back. He realizes his briefcase stayed attached to him this whole time. He is grateful to have at least one source of relief.

"(There are variables you can't control, but you can't let them control you. Stay calm above all else.)"

He exhaled deeply with his objective in mind, "(First, I need to regain my bearings.)"

He straightened his guard uniform and had a sudden realization that made him go to his watch. He adjusted the settings and touched his uniform. The uniform morphed into a black, skin tight suit. The new, flexible fabric forms itself underneath the agent's tool belt and bandoliers.

Agent Eleven retrieved his briefcase and rifled through it. He grabbed a large black block from the case, began to break off pieces, and smeared the oily substance on his shoulders, chest, thighs, and neck, until only his head was exposed.

"When encountering unknown unknowns, survival takes priority over all else", the agent says as he adjusts his watch settings once more and clicks a button.

The substance begins to rearrange itself and evens itself out. The substance decides a final position, hardens itself, and gains a metallic sheen.

"(I'll stay in power-saving mode for now. Time to move.)"

Agent Eleven grabs his briefcase and renders it invisible. He then attaches it to the back of his tool belt like before.

The agent turns the corner once more to look upon the expansive room he found himself in, "(So many cells… and they let the bodies rot in there.)"

He began advancing toward the center of the room and looked up once more with his night vision, "(There's four more floors above this one and then a ceiling. I must be on the bottom floor. I could jump to save time, but that would be a waste of power. I'll find the stairs.)"

Agent Eleven explored the floor thoroughly but it proved to be more confusing than expected, "(Why aren't there stairs nearby? Are they intentionally trying to confuse people?)"

The agent configures his watch to prepare a sonic map and presses it to the wall. After a few moments, the agent looks at it confusedly, "(Who the hell built this place? And why is there a dead zone over there?)"

He turns and prepares to go down the corridor in the direction of the dead zone. As he's walking he sees many decomposed corpses against the walls. Some curled into defensive positions, "(What happened here? It's impossible that no one's heard of all these rights violations! Where the hell am I?)"

The agent continues down the corridor and feels the floor tile sink underneath his foot, "What the-"

The scraping of metal is heard as spears launch from the walls aimed at the agent's vital organs.

He is able to dodge many of them, but one connects with his suit.

Agent Eleven winces but feels nothing, "(I guess the new nanites weren't all hype. Six months' salary well spent.)"

He saw the tip was dented and even the shaft had bent out of shape from the impact. The agent was pleased.

The agent continued ever more cautiously since he now has to look at where he was stepping to avoid traps. He noticed patterns in the floor were distorted on trapped parts so it was easy to discern and but realized it would be hard to see with dim light. The person who made this place didn't intend for anyone to escape alive and that became apparent as the agent turned the next corner.

Agent Eleven saw a pile of bones and corpses outside of a large door, "(The dead zone is on the other side of that door. Did these people die trying to get into that room? Is the door trapped?)"

The agent advanced toward the door slowly and cautiously. He looked at all his surroundings making sure not to be ensnared by any devious contraptions.

The agent touched the door lightly and attempted to feel for any strings or switches but the door swung open of its own accord.

He leaped backwards in response, pistols drawn and aimed into the corpse filled room.

He waited for any sound or movement, but it seemed the room was empty.

Agent Eleven stepped to the threshold and checked the corners of the room before entering, "(There's a lot of bodies in here. Were they all killed at once? It could be a gas trap. But what could be causing the sonic interference?)"

He looked toward the back of the room and saw a pile of skeletal corpses. He decided he would investigate, but not unprepared.

The agent opened his briefcase once more and retrieved a gas mask. He fit it snuggly to his face, reset his briefcase, and advanced forward.

He walked around the edge of the room thinking the tiles near the center may be trapped when he saw something that caught his eye. A large, gold, dome shaped object on the floor behind the corpses, and behind that, he saw another object and thought, "(Is that a trunk… or… a chest?)"

Agent Eleven advanced forward wanting to investigate the objects until he heard a scraping sound. It was coming from the dome shaped object.

The agent backed away, wary of the object with his pistols drawn, not knowing what to expect.

The object began to turn in place side to side and slowly rose from the ground. As it rose, a large section of floor in front of it was disturbed as the horned head of a creature revealed itself from the rubble.

The agent locked eyes with the dome-backed creature whose gleaming amber eyes locked onto him intently.

"Now these psychos are bioengineering animals?! What's going on?!"

Agent Eleven looked toward the open door, but the creature unfurled its lustrous, golden wings and let out a roar that shook the agent to his core, "(What the hell is this thing?! It sounds like a plane!)"

As if in response to its master, the doors slammed shut and the agent realized, "(I'll have to fight it head on… whatever it is. The back of this thing has to be at least 12 feet high…)"

"I've fought bigger."