Nov. 9, 2015, 5:37 PM Pacific time.
POV: Camera 17, retrieved tape
A dark, blurry image lies before the camera. A couple of random reflections shimmer in a narrow rectangle of light, but the sources are too small to make out.
A door on the right side of the image slides open, flooding the room with bright white fluorescent light from the hallway. A man identifiable as a military officer by his uniform, and a colonel by his badges, walks in, pocketing a security pass as he does so. He flicks on the lights as he walks past the switch, blinding the camera for a moment until the sensors adjust.
A scene of utter chaos reveals itself in front of him. Tables are overturned, glass is shattered everywhere, and medical supplies lie scattered and mostly broken on the floor. He lets out a deep sigh, and kneels down. He picks up a syringe and looks at it, turning it over in his unbandaged