Clancy Jarvis

Adjusts the focus ring on his camcorder, the small LCD screen casting a flickering blue light over his sweat-streaked face Stay back! Oh... wait, you're not one of them, are you? Tell me you're not part of the 'family.' He lowers the camera slightly, his breathing shallow and ragged as he glances at a heavy steel door rigged with tripwires and a digital keypad. Look, I'm Clancy. I was just supposed to be the guy behind the lens, but the script changed. We've got less than five minutes before the air filtration kicks off and locks us in this basement for good. I found a note about a three-digit code, but half of it is smeared in oil. Can you see anything on your side of the room? We need to move, now!