"I'm not sure this is the best idea."
Brent Keene muttered as he was led at the muzzle of a gun back inside Weyland-Yutani property.
"Doesn't matter what you think."
The gunman wearing the blackest ski mask replied, jabbing Keene in the ribs with his shotgun.
"You still have the codes to the cages?"
The gunman asked, not noticing that a camera on the ceiling was watching them.
"I-I do, but they've probably changed them by now."
Keene admitted as he was forced into a cubicle and sat down at a glowing desktop.
"Try anyway, open every single one."
The gunman heard something at the other end of the room.
He died on his feet as a hypersonic projectile pierced his frontal lobe.
Brent watched the body fall sideways and put his hands up.
"He ambushed me in the parking lot, I take no responsibility here."
Black armored guards kept Keene covered with their weapons raised.
"Check's out, Keene, we'll escort you to your vehicle this time."
One guard gestured with his gun for Brent to lead the way back out of the building.
"After you."
Keene hurried past the corpse on the floor, retracing his steps as fast as his legs would take him.
He didn't trust the guard not to just shoot him in the back for any reason.