But no matter what had befallen 068, Charles had to continue his exploration. He carefully approached the front door, peering through the peephole.
The street outside was deserted and unusually desolate. Yet, Charles's acute hearing caught strange noises from the surrounding houses, clearly indicating they were inhabited.
"Our target isn't the city on the surface, but the shelter below. It's impossible to communicate with the humans up here anymore. We have to find that computer mainframe; it contains all the data on 068."
Charles pulled his eye away from the peephole and spoke to his crew. They nodded silently, gripping their weapons tightly.
"Our priority is stealth. Don't alert the people up here."
Just as Charles and the others finalized their infiltration plan, the bird-man in the bedroom's head suddenly popped out from the wall with a POP, staring straight at them.
