Ventilation Recon

The sudden updraft in the main corridor signaled an unmapped geothermal anomaly. Advancing across the hardwood, I closed in on a heavy iron floor grate venting warm air in steady combat gusts. Standard infantry wouldn't risk an active thermal hazard, but Commando Elite adapts. I retrieved a notched plastic bread tag from my field salvage and wedged its teeth securely between two metal louvers. It locked into place against the mechanical blast, fluttering like a guidon to map the current. The grid is stable, securing an ideal thermal launchpoint for future aerial maneuvers.