nauls, the cook, glides along on his roller stakes down one of the many narrow hallways that connect the various compartments of the main compound. he is black, a little mischievous, about twenty-two.
macready shoves himself into another room.
sleeping cubicles on either side. the sound of snoring.
chaos. men, half-naked, bounce from their cubicle.
following nauls as he skates through the labyrinth.
macready, sanchez and palmer come in from the outside.
the lab door is opened. fuchs holding a small candle walks out. as he passes, the shoulder of a man springs into frame.
macready rushes out of the supply room, with a fuel pump, bumps into somebody.
macready charges up the stairs from the plant room. he zooms down the twisting corridors, opening and closing doors. he rounds a bend and crashes into nauls coming the other way.
empty. another of the stereo speakers that line the walls, thunders.