Aisha lowered her arm and stepped out from the shadows, her boots making no sound against the cracked ground as she approached the pile of bodies. She crouched beside the first two men, patting down their pockets and vests with quick, efficient hands. She found nothing but spare ammunition, a half-eaten ration bar, and a cheap trinket that looked like a lover’s gift.
Useless. She moved to the next and still found nothing of value.
Finally, she reached the team leader.
Tucked into an inner pocket of his coat, she found what she’d been hoping for—a Spatial Map, compact and sealed in a protective case, humming faintly with stored energy.
Aisha turned it over once in her hand before tucking it into her storage bag.
Then she looked around.
Five corpses lying in plain sight would only invite questions the moment someone saw them.
She had to do something with their bodies. But there was too little time and too few tools for her to do that.
One by one, she dragged the corpses toward the door. Because they didn’t struggle when they died, there was no mess to clean up. And the blood that had spilled on the ground could be covered by turning over the sand and flattening it.
But she was met with resistance.
The door did not budge despite her strength. No matter how much she tried, it didn’t open. Aisha frowned. She looked at the door carefully and found a strange box on the wall next to it. She lifted the cover of the box and found the reason why she couldn’t open it.
The Susa Merchant Corps had built an access node for the contaminated zone. But Aisha didn’t have the necessary access, nor had she found anything that resembled it among the five men’s belongings. Even the team leader, who the man who died last had said knew what was inside the door, didn’t have anything important on him.
And since terminals were bound to a person and couldn’t be viewed or transferred to another person, the moment someone died, the terminal would automatically combust.
Was her trip a waste? Aisha didn’t want to accept that her journey to find and rescue Zenick would be over here.
"Do I have to blow this thing up?" she muttered, seriously considering it.
But another problem arose. The weapons inside her storage bag wouldn’t be enough to blow up the door. And even if she did end up forcing her way in, it would alert the enemies.
So, what was she supposed to do?
Unfortunately, this wasn’t her real world. It would have been a lot easier to move around and do things without thinking too much and considering the consequences of every action she made. This world was way too difficult to understand and get used to.
Aisha decided to observe the panel and see if she could decode it. Perhaps, she could make use of her brain and see if she could find a way in.
An automated voice spoke as she touched the panel.
[Permit and Access Badge is needed for entry.]



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