[spoiler]Top right room. Walls are made of glass. Five hazmat suits locked in their own glass cases opposite its entrance. To the left of its entrance, a desk. To the right, a tool cart. Eighteen drawers.[/spoiler] There's a video file, labeled [Stasj]. Maybe a typo? You click on it to watch. Crackling. Grunting as whoever is on the other end struggles with something. A man speaks. "It's been about two weeks since I made the first tape." He fumbles over some words. Sighs. "I'm not sure what to say. Dr. Neshamoora came into BioScience. Had a hazmat suit." His voice shakes. "Didn't have a gas mask. Had to lock her up in the lab over." Heavy breathing. "Dumb bitch... She knows what happens to the people that don't wear their masks. Hell, they're everywhere!" Tears. "You breath that shit and it's a death sentence! You turn into one of [i]them.[/i]" The tears stop. "Decontamination killed the spores on her skin. In her mouth. I hope. Otherwise I'm just as dead." More heavy breathing as he tries to calm himself. "Silver lining. Focus on the silver lining... She dropped her carry bag. Ammo. Lots of ammo. Had the access tapes for the Technician Suits too. Added that to my stash. Leaving the tape on my desk." Banging. A woman crying. "Shit... I can't let her out. I can't." His breath shakes. "Second digit of the password is nine." Click.