Ryan was busy working on the pumps when he heard a noise come from the observation room. He turned to see a very annoyed looking person standing in the doorway. Ryan didn’t recognize the person and they didn’t have a lab coat or guest badge on. Ryan rested his hand on his revolver. “Who are you?” He asked the figure the figure stepped forward. It was a man wearing a yellow jumpsuit and a strange hat. He only knew of one family that wore that color: his family, none of which particularly liked him. Of course, the feeling was mutual.