We covered our face and the prominent white collared shirt with broken fabric pieces from our respective groups.
"Only two guards, you do nothing, I'll take care of them." Four whispers to me, we were hiding in an alleyway next to the lab, in the middle of the pitch black night.
"Alright."
Frostbite clenches his fist, contracts his arm muscles, and slowly, small crystal-like pieces grew out of his skin, covering his forearm and hands.
Eventually it stops growing and formed something like a boxing glove and a wrist guard made out of spikes that's emitting water vapour.
It's ice, all made out of ice, I could feel the temperature in the air drop as he grows out those ice crystals.
"Pretty neat of a main weapon huh?" Four whispers.
I nodded weakly in envy, that's such a cool main weapon while mine is just...a heavy ass sword.
Four walks out and towards the locked door of the laboratory, guarded by two armed guards standing on each side.
Even in the most silent of night, Four's footsteps were still inaudible. He skillfully sneaks up behind both guards and knocked them unconscious at the same time with a punch.
Actually, might not be unconscious, they might just be dead, those ice gloves looked real sharp.
Before the two guards' bodies fall onto the ground, Four caught them both with one hand each, then slowly lowers them down to prevent noises that may startle other ranked officers or soldiers.
"They look like they're dead." I walked up to Four and said.
"They are. They're just npcs though, it's no big deal."
It was too dark to notice the little details on Four's face, but his voice tells me he enjoyed taking those two guards out.
Four releases his clenched fist, which made an ice cracking sound.
He then grabs the lock of the door to the laboratory, clenches his fist yet again with the lock in his palm, transforming it into ice.
"How are you a Tank and not a Mage." I ask.
"I can break the ice I conjured easily." He breaks the lock that's been turned into ice to prove that point.
"But to everyone else, the ice I conjured is nearly indestructible, this weapon's called Ice Shield after all." He then explains.
God that's such a powerful weapon, a really cool one too, unlike someone's weapon that is just a stupidly weighty sword.
The scientists operating in the lab earlier had all went up the stairwell, so the downstairs lab was empty.
I looked around the tubes, the flasks, the samples or whatever science experts calls them out of curiosity.
"We're here to find someone, not something." Four reminds me.
"Right." I put down the conical flask filled with soil that I was inspecting for fun and went to the door of the stairwell.
In similar fashion as the main entrance door, Four clenches his fist on the lock, turns it into ice and shatters it effortlessly.
Behind was as we expected, just a regular stairwell, compact, dull and clean just like the rest of the laboratory.
Being in this building is a breath of fresh air, literally, the dust outside is suffocating.
Four didn't hesitate, nor even inspect the stairwell before climbing it since nothing in this stage really concerns him.
Upstairs was a narrow corridor, with doors on one side and windows on the other.
The glass windows is clean on the inside, but completely covered with filth on the outside.
I wouldn't have known it's glass windows if I hadn't touched it and feel the cool sensation of glass, it just looks like walls from the inside.
There were four doors, last I checked there were only three scientists though.
The first to third door were just plain wooden doors, while the fourth was not only locked, but also metal.
The corridor was also eerily lit with dim red light from one singular source, a bulb hanging on the ceiling.
"Since when did this world has electricity?" I asked.
"My first time seeing this too..."
My uncle has played some many stages, accumulated so many experience and skill to the point where nothing in the game frightens him.
So the fact that even he didn't know electricity existed in this world speaks volumes on how much secrets the Diamonds superiors are hiding from their own men.
"Well, we're here to find someone, one door at a time?" Four asks.
"No, there's three scientists and three plain wooden doors, it's probably just their living spaces, I suggest going straight for that." I pointed at the metal door at the end of the corridor.
"Good point."
For the third time, Four breaks the lock by turning it into ice and shattering it.
His facial expression and body movement when he pushes open the metal door suggests it to be extremely heavy, as a 30 centimeters thick metal door would be.
Immediately, the white light from inside the room is already ominous, where is all this electricity coming from?
The light inside was also dim, but the white light originated from multiple sources.
"What the hell?" Four exclaims at the interior of the room.
It was like we entered a different world, the interior were futuristic unlike the rest of the city.
It had a 2 meters tall high-tech glass chamber with two layers of actually functioning glass sliding doors, next to the doors, is a control panel that looks straight out of a sci-fi movie with various buttons and switches that glows.
Actually, everything in this room felt straight out of a sci-fi movie.
Outside the glass chamber, there were oxygen tanks with transparent plastic masks attached to it through hoses.
There was also something familiar lying in the corner of the room, that heavy duty trolley we see every morning.
Inside the glass chamber, was shelves after shelves after shelves, storing boxes after boxes after boxes of, you guessed it, bread.
"This building did not look this big." Four commented in awe.
The glass chamber appears to span over 100 metres deep from where we're standing.
"So this is where the bread comes from."
"Storing is one thing, production is another, there's no way this is enough for a community over 400 survivors for more than half a year." I retorted.
This is definitely just one piece of the puzzle, this is where food is stored, but I'm certain it's not where it comes from.
"It's just a game, it doesn't have to be that realistic Sean."
"This must be one massive vacuum chamber." I said as I inspect the control panel next to the doors.
Most of the buttons weren't labelled, so I just messed around with it a bit, pushing the buttons by size in descending order.
The biggest button made a loud vacuuming voice, coming from the empty room between the two doors of the glass chamber.
"Woah woah woah don't just mess around with stuff!" Four was startled by the noise and went up to stop me.
"I've pretty much already figured out how to get in there."
"How?"
"Well there's two identical buttons labelled 'one' and 'two', and I've just confirmed that this is the button used to vacuum the room between the two doors so no air enters the glass chamber to spoil the bread."
"Nonetheless, you're not doing that." Four took my hand off the control panel, can't get in there now, bummer.
"Two really just left her people starving." I commented.
There was still one box of bread left on the heavy duty trolley at the corner of the room.
"The guy didn't bother putting it back into the glass chamber."
"He doesn't need to, it doesn't spoil overnight." I said then walked up to the box of bread and picked it up.
"What are you doing?" Four asked.
"Taking it."
"Why? It's not yours."
"Could be useful, it's food."
Suddenly, creaking sounds can be heard from above, the sound of footsteps on wooden floor.
"We gotta get out of here." Four said as he snatched my wrist and dragged me out the room and into the stairwell amain, where we caught a brief glance of the identity of the person upstairs.
We dashed downstairs and out the building as fast as possible, while keeping our face covered the whole time. I'm certain whoever was upstairs saw us running away, but not who we are.
In terms of what I gained from this break-in, I got an extra box of bread, thanks Two.