Rotten Wind, Night Vision

Swaaaaa.

A wind carrying a musty, rotten stench blew in from somewhere. The Patrol Officer frowned and activated the helmet visor’s light-amplifying x-ray vision function.

She could have just used her helmet lantern to shine a light entirely… but doing so could give information to the enemy too.

Eight layers of lenses unfolded, and her pitch-black vision brightened, covered by a faded blue filter.

“…Matheson Station?”

Such a sign, along with a torn and broken route map, was attached to the wall.

Beyond that lay a systematically designed, long corridor, and the empty tracks on the floor below, wide enough for about two trains to pass.

The brilliant mind of a Policy School top graduate and a deputy drew a conclusion immediately.

“I thought it might be an underground tunnel dug by terminus… but they were using a closed metro station as their hideout.”

The underground was unstable...