Although it took a while, the both of us arrived at our planned destination. Corridor number 48-10A, the sub-connecting shaft to the maintenance shaft of the Primula.
As we predicted, the corridor's length was just right—about 100 meters. A perfect distance where any enemies attempting to close in would be shredded into Swiss cheese before getting even halfway through.
Behind us loomed a deep, echoing chasm—the massive cavity where the underside of the Primula used to be docked.
We made sure not to get too close to the edge. Not only could one misstep send us falling, but doing so could also expose us to potential snipers from the outside, waiting on the far end. Better be paranoid than dead.
"Alright, first thing's first. Let's put up a few barricades."
