Ground Level, Right Side
With the way ahead clear of further hostiles, the mercenaries started to move up once more. Instead of trading shots with the denizens of the complex, their routine turned into navigating through the uneven terrain and taking care not to end up like the last casualty, blown to bits by one of the many traps their enemy had setup. Some of the mercenaries stopped to check the bodies on the way, only to find out that one of them had been booby-trapped as, apparently, one of their assailers retreated.
The mercenary started to turn over the body, then noticed a thin cable wrapped around its clothing and followed it to find out that the other end of it ended up on a grenade's pin. After that, the mercenaries just decided to shoot the bodies to be sure and move on. Even though the way to the reservoir was a short one in barely under a mile, it still took them the better part of an hour to get there through the terrain as the group took all the measures to avoid the traps laid out, which became thicker the closer they got to the reservoir.
When they finally arrived, they found out why.
After sustaining an invasion and a further reclaiming, the water reservoir barely resembled its former self. Since there were no natural water sources near the industrial complex, all the potable water had to be stored in four massive silos, and massive they were indeed. Each one of the circular structures was about as tall as a six-stories building, and their radius wide enough to part a couple of the shuttles they used to arrive there. Sitting in the middle of the four structures was the machine room, which spanned the same height with several metal catwalks and gantries to access the sides and top of the silos, presumably so that the former employees could do the proper maintenance to it.
Some of the catwalks had already collapsed, while most looked to be well on their way to sharing the same fate, and the main structure, like all the other buildings, was cracked and riddled with scorch marks from the war. The place was also very quiet, with seemingly no opposition.
With the way ahead clear of further hostiles, the mercenaries started to move up once more. Instead of trading shots with the denizens of the complex, their routine turned into navigating through the uneven terrain and taking care not to end up like the last casualty, blown to bits by one of the many traps their enemy had setup. Some of the mercenaries stopped to check the bodies on the way, only to find out that one of them had been booby-trapped as, apparently, one of their assailers retreated.
The mercenary started to turn over the body, then noticed a thin cable wrapped around its clothing and followed it to find out that the other end of it ended up on a grenade's pin. After that, the mercenaries just decided to shoot the bodies to be sure and move on. Even though the way to the reservoir was a short one in barely under a mile, it still took them the better part of an hour to get there through the terrain as the group took all the measures to avoid the traps laid out, which became thicker the closer they got to the reservoir.
When they finally arrived, they found out why.
After sustaining an invasion and a further reclaiming, the water reservoir barely resembled its former self. Since there were no natural water sources near the industrial complex, all the potable water had to be stored in four massive silos, and massive they were indeed. Each one of the circular structures was about as tall as a six-stories building, and their radius wide enough to part a couple of the shuttles they used to arrive there. Sitting in the middle of the four structures was the machine room, which spanned the same height with several metal catwalks and gantries to access the sides and top of the silos, presumably so that the former employees could do the proper maintenance to it.
Some of the catwalks had already collapsed, while most looked to be well on their way to sharing the same fate, and the main structure, like all the other buildings, was cracked and riddled with scorch marks from the war. The place was also very quiet, with seemingly no opposition.