As he wandered the corridors without any aim, he eventually came upon a crossing. Three different paths lay before him, he was in a fairly-sized room, like some sort of storage, explainable by the old metal crates that were there. A voice spoke. [i]"Well well well..."[/i] He recognized the metallic tinge of a space marine voice module, but there was something he couldn't quite place. The voice had a latino accent. [i]"My my, we have a wolf here."[/i] Another voice spoke, with similar accentuations. [i]"I think the pup is lost."[/i] Said a final voice, similar to the previous two.