Ex-plos-un
The air was dense in the tunnel five-hundred feet below the surface, where only miners and men alike dare explore. Depths this far often create air pockets capable of causing explosive damage. These poor souls face danger every meter they dig. None of these things are worries to the Seal Team Six of Miners, Ex Plos Un. They have been digging for years at this depth, finding many treasures and also a few horrendous experiences, that left them with physical loss and mental strain, so much that they couldn't go back in the mine for weeks without fully healing. They have never lost a member on their excursions and they never plan to. Today the crew is relaxing in their office, outside the elevator down to one of the nine zones, Alpha. The building is two stories with a sub-level for a safe room and armory. The ground floor is a simple layout for homely vibes, with a full kitchen and dining room, also a few couches and tv to fill the empty space. The second floor is where the action happens; a circle of desks all facing a middle square pillar with whiteboards up and down it. Each desk is fitted with two five thousand dollar computers, capable of processing mining data for hours without heating up. The captain of the crew walked in, sat down at his desk, opened up a cold can of Dr. Poueper, and took a sip of his favorite non-sponsored can of crisp creamy soda.