Hell of a place Arcade had down here. Wash probably had it right, with teleportation technology there was no reason to have this staging area stretch out under the whole arena. It was still big enough to be a little sobering. They'd been thrown back and forth across the thing for three days, but it was so large inside it was hard to grasp the scale of the operation while you were caught inside it.

They passed death machines and neatly stored traps, muttations rattled cages or sulked in corners as the Chief passed the tip of the gun toward small motions. At one point, another of Arcade's xenomorphs rushed at them and attempted to lash out with the blade of its tail, the bars only just too narrow to let it through.

The Chief was very, very done with this place by the time they reached the apparent prisoner cage. He tended to agree with Videl, but saying that wouldn't steady her any.

"Nobody touch anything. It might be a trap."

When Gwen called out, he waited with the others to see what response she got.