Through the shiny door was a set of stairs that led to what had once been a welcome room. Now it was a disaster, roped in caution tape and marked by shattered walls, the aftermath of that revolt. Most of the top two floors were like that, with damage going all the way down to the bottom level. He could only imagine what it had looked like at the time.

At least the elevators are working, he thought as he slumped towards them. Though he had no idea where he was going to go. When ...