C32 Biochemical Weapon Frost
The meeting room was enveloped in silence.
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, looking from one to another.
Just days earlier, they had been stealthy stowaways on Planet B-183, with no opportunity to rub shoulders with those in the archives.
Besides, the Security Department's archives were highly secured. Even now, as they were under the department's wing, access was out of the question