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His boot hitting the metal floor produced a mild sound that echoed because of how deserted the place was. Suddenly the lights went off and Roland stopped, his eyes sharp and scanning the place with steady breathing. He perked his but there wasn't any sound indicating anyone was approaching.

The next moment, the lights came back on, but this time their color had changed, from white to dark red. The red glow made the long corridor look sinister. The bright silver walls were covered by an ominous glow.

Pushing out hot air from his nostrils, Roland began moving, after walking for a while, he arrived before a door, and without wasting a single second, he drew out both blasters and shot at the control panel.

After a couple of shots, his blasters went back to their holster and those thick fingers coiled around the handle and he pushed the heavy door, forcing it open along with a loud noise.