Boush was having those nightmares again, of that incident, of that laboratory, of the screams and the deaths that he barely escaped. While he alone made it out alive, the memories would haunt the dark recesses of his mind. He went about his day as usual, working on the new harness that he had created, improving the amount of explosive he could fit into a missile, yet he found his mind drifting back to that day. The day was spent in frustration as his memories distracted him more and more from the task at hand. That evening, he decided to test his improvements. He slipped into his harness and pulled the helmet over his eyes. At once, he detected a soft hum. He pulled it off and peered into the helmet and found a small device tucked behind his ear. What was it for? He had long forgotten-The harness had been improved time after time. It was entirely possible that this was the only part of the original. He jogged his memory and failed and for some reason, found himself digging to find his earliest blueprint. It was a receiver. A receiver connected a a abandoned station from...... Well, from there. Boush was stunned. Could it be that some desperate friend was stuck in the Plateau, sending out a desperate plea for help? Or had the monsters learnt to use their abandoned equipment? "Well either way," He thought aloud, "Either way, it's about time i clean up my mess." He strapped into his harness, hoping that it would be enough and activated the teleporter. Back into the dark.