This was it. The sewers; dark, dank, and dangerous. Three D's that didn't seem to go well together in the wasteland. barrels of nuclear material were scattered about still, careless as the pre-war peoples were. They'd been provided with flashlights if they didn't have one, but not the base means to attach them to weapons and it was eerily quiet until their earpieces clicked on. [color=9e0b0f]"This is as close as you can get on foot, it's all sewage lines from here. I hope you listened well about the map, I can't track you down there, you're on your own. The exit point is a hatch, Three-Bravo, find it and meet the contact in Underworld. He will brief you further on how this is going to work. You don't know how big this is."[/color] Then silence once more.

Ahead of them is simple, a path left, right, and center. The fastest path to anyone who studied was to go left, though there was always a chance of blockage along the way. Far down the center path [P:8+] rubble was blocking the way after all. One could assume the same anywhere and quite possibly there wasn't a way there at all.