Jacob stepped out of the elevator as it reached the bottom floor, a look of aggrivasion on his face. He hated incompetence, and the fact that this incident has not been resolved yet only proves the incompitance of this facility and its staff. The brass upstairs is pissed, so now its his job to regain order over his block. And he would regain order. The room Jacob entered was blaring with alarms, red flashing lights indicating both a breach and a power shortage. The fox walked over to a blinking console and linked his power armor with it, his HUD displaying the status of the cell block.
Warning: Containment breaches in sectors 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6
Cameras 4, 6, 7, 13, 17, and 18 are offline.
Warning: Power shortage in sectors 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6
Warning: Blast trama in corridor D3, requires immediate maintenance.
Hacob sighed as he disconnected from the status, accessing the PA system instead. "Attention, this is Block Leader Hail speaking to all remaining personal. Be sure to use NON leathal ammunition. The Brass dosent want any of the subjects killed."
Stepping away from the console he started down a hallway, slipping his FAL off of his back and readying it in his hands.