"No plan ever survives first contact..." he grumbles. "You'd think it would, once. Out of professional courtesy."

But that's old, familiar territory. Complaining about things you can't change, so at least you feel a little better about the whole thing. The three man team is also filling into old patterns too. He wishes, though, there were flashlights. The good kind. The kind you could just call up on your omnitool.

Hell, while they're at it, why not wish for an omnitool?

Once they're through, he's on tech. Examining the little recording device closely. The weird change in his eyesight doesn't seem to have affected close range vision, thankfully. He keeps his steps light, in line with the others, to keep their forward approach quiet.

"No readings yet. Did any of the staff say if they were hearing anything, specifically?"