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Head for the Battlements
You walk down a short hallway and around a sharp turn and find yourself standing on the threshold of a balcony where red dots sweep across the open areas. From your current location you can see a thick concrete wall riddled with bullet holes and blast marks that goes down into a pool of water turned a sickly shade of green. It looks like a bridge crosses the water, but you can't quite make out where it goes from your current location.
Two dark-clad men crouch on the deck, massive rifles shoved sturdily to their shoulders. One of them lovingly squeezes their trigger, causing the gun to erupt in a loud "CRACK" sound. He seems to be foaming at the mouth. One of the red dots swinging across the balcony goes out, which makes you wonder what's causing them.
GAME OVER