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Day two began with a shocker, literally.

When the start of generators signaled another day cycle, STAB once again powered itself up. Heat and light resumed outside of residential quarters, and as the occupants began their day, they were disrupted by a loud bang. Something had gone haywire in the generator bunker. Looking outside, falling snow was obstructing the night sky, dimming starlight and making the base grounds a foreboding place. Although the main building continued functioning without a hitch, everyone soon rushed to the bunker. 

Reno Valentine was slouched inside, dead. Judging by the opened locks and some of his personal equipment lying around, Reno was likely conducting one of his routine checks. A machine near him looked badly damaged, and Reno had the misfortune of touching it when a fatal electrical discharge took place. This machine was one of the back up control devices Jerry Hsu had installed two weeks ago, and no one besides Jerry himself had done anything with it. However, an attached warning label showed it could be easily tempered; anyone in STAB could do it.

As the four remaining occupants gathered around Reno's dead body, their body language difficult to read under their thick winter clothing, suspicion flowed freely among them like the dry heating system in the bunker. A coincidence seemed to be very unlikely now; Reno had checked and cleaned the very same location many times before, and it would be difficult to imagine that he suffered such as accident immediately after Jerry's death. As for the dead man himself, there was nothing malicious about him. Reno had no weapons, no out of place tools and nothing of secret on him; just a regular, scared custodian at the wrong place and time.
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