“I’ll handle repairs, it’s a purple teammate’s job anyway!” He slaps his bare chest with one hand. His fire fighter coat rustles a bit with the movement. Ahead of them the station looks ancient but serviceable. Weeds choke the entrance and block the way inside.

Galo frowns as the weeds jerk and shift as if something is struggling inside. “How you want to play this? I can start clearing and leave you to focus on whatever is moving in there.”