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Hunter got up. The creaking seat of the AGP would alert something to his presence.

If anything were able to notice that.

He opened the rusted door. The skeleton of a guard, dead due to unknown means, made itself clear.

The nametag read J. Michelson. Seeing that made Hunter a little sad inside. He knew a Michelson. An A. Michelson. He hoped no relation.