Olivia wandered through the cavernous tunnels. She hadn’t been walking for very long, really, just a few minutes. There was still blood on her armor, and one of her legs jerked and twitched whenever she put weight on it. Her disguise was in shambles, and unfortunately the nature of her exoskeleton meant that she couldn’t remove it without help. There were horror stories in the ISMU about soldiers who had died wearing suits like this, unable to get out of them to see to their basic needs once power failed.