Boneworks - Train Station Red Key

The station was a graveyard of failed expeditions. A skeleton in a faded security jacket slumped against a ticket machine, its skull caved in. Farther on, a null-body—one of the mindless, plastic-faced puppets—twitched in a pool of its own hydraulic fluid, a victim of a previous, more careless gunfight.

He burst from the office, the red key clutched to his chest. The Crate Cracker was already in the baggage hall, ripping a conveyor belt apart like taffy. Its furnace-face glowed orange, and a single, cyclopean lens swiveled toward him. boneworks train station red key

But he had the key.