The red dot on the minimap was no longer inside the bunker. It was at her coordinates. Her real coordinates.
She slammed the laptop shut.
It looked like a level editor. A gray grid, a toolbox of scripts, and in the center: a single structure. A concrete bunker marked with a stenciled “11.” No doors. No windows. Just a red dot pulsing on the minimap. Site - 11 Uncopylocked -FULLY SCRIPTED-