After what seemed to be hours of briefing and preparation, they led us to our own submarine to begin our so called "expedition." They gave us an oxygen tank, a mask to give us said oxygen, and set us off, practically devoid of ourselves. As in ourselves, I mean me and the clumsy trio I'm stuck with now. One was a guy, way taller than me and very to-himself. He seemed very disinterested in us, no matter, I could care less about him too. The other member with us though, he looked to be young, probably around 18, scrawny and terrified. I kind of pity the kid, but that's a feeling I quickly pushed aside when the submarine broke water surface, rocking to the side as a woman's voice echoed in the submarine. The voice briefed us a quick safety reminder while exiting the submarine, and each one of us stepped out of the submarine. I felt completely absent minded as I inspected the surroundings around myself, more boxes, lockers, tables, and.. USBS? As well as some documents out in the open. —

The taller guy looked around, ducking under a few conveniently placed boxes and retrieving a key card, perfect. He slid it into the card slot on the door that was nearby, labeled with a green glow that red "001" on the lit up panel beside it. I urged the scrawny kid to hurry alongside him, before shuffling my hands through a few lockers to find supplies. Just more files, USBS, and capsules of sorts. That's when I found something far more useful, a flashlight. This would definitely even out our odds of seeing in the darker areas, whenever those may show up. As the door slid open, we made our way into the first room, a flooded out room with glass windows surrounding it to hold out the water, the cracks in the glass evident of how much pressure was against the glass, we're far down. Well then, here goes nothing.