Another couple of minutes pass, then a knock at the door, from the inside; Ghost's go-ahead signal.<br/><br/>The door opens onto a small chamber. Three auto-turrets that once hung from the ceiling and now neatly disassembled, with Ghost looking smug. A door on the opposite side looks like it would have locked down, if anyone had gotten in without authorization, at the same time the turrets deployed, sealing the victim in the room amidst a hail of gunfire.<br/><br/>Beyond that room, however, is what looks like the<em>real</em>laboratory. Rows of massive glass tubes line the walls, filled with faintly glowing, green liquid. Insomnia refuses to go any further, shivering and shaking her head.