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As usual, Indy stopped on the threshold and waited, listening and peering through the darkness, trying to track anything moving. He gave it a minute and didn't notice anything, so he moved inward. It was noticeably cooler in here. The table was straight ahead, surrounded by a raft of devices--what looked like lights and monitors, and another, unfamiliar machine.
No ominous bloodstains, at least. Indy felt around briefly for a switch to the lights, then gave up. The coolness of the room suggested that at least some kind of power was still running in this area, but he doubted it extended to anything that was likely to help them.