I walk away from the bunker for some time before activating Scavenger's Intuition to find the first summoned building. The ability begins giving me directions, and after a bit of walking, I come across a building. I look above the door, but as I can't read Chinese, I have to guess that this building is an internet café. Inside, there are rows of computers.

  I step inside and take a look at the computers, guessing that this place is not from my time due to all the CRT monitors. Thinking about what could be useful, I decide to start cracking open the computers. It's only 20 in total, and from them, I take three motherboards, 10 computer fans, and every CPU in the café.

  Heading toward the vending machine at the back, I use my crowbar to break it open. Inside, there are several cans of something. One has a red label with yellow letters. I take one, open it, and see that it seems normal enough to drink. Taking a sip, it tastes like tea. I grab five cans of it before checking the next one. This one is also red but has a smiling guy drawn on it. Opening the can, I take a sniff but don’t really smell anything. I take a sip—it's milk. I take a closer look at the can and see that at the bottom, it says in English: "milk drink." I think I probably should have read that before drinking it. Still, canned milk might come in handy for cooking back at base, so I stuff a couple of cans into my duffle bag.

  After a quick look around, I check the office but only find Chinese books and documents, so I leave the café and wait for Scavenger's Intuition to recharge.

  I walk away from the internet café and search for the next building. My ability leads me straight ahead, then through several winding corridors before I find myself in front of a brick building with something written above the door. This time, it's a bit more readable than the Chinese letters from earlier: "Hamburg Berufsschule." I recognize "Hamburg"—that’s in Germany—but what is a "Berufsschule"? I sound out the word a few times before determining it's some kind of school.

  Stepping inside, I see that this place is huge. I can only see the ground and first floor from here, but the building goes higher than that. It has four floors, but I decide to start from the ground up.

  I look around and find both the wood and metal workshops. Starting with the wood workshop, I search for a hand sander to remove the goblin-shaped stain from the fourth officer’s quarters floor, along with some varnish to refinish it. After a bit of searching, I find several useful items: a handsaw, a wood planer, and finally, a hand sander with several replacement sanding pads. I could have found it sooner if I could read what was written on the storage closets.

  At the back of the class, there’s a padlocked door, which I break open. Inside, shelves hold woodworking chemicals. I look around and find a can of varnish. These tools aren’t light, and the varnish makes my load even heavier.

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  As I turn around, something catches my eye—a security camera mounted above the door. Since we have several broken cameras back at base that need replacing, I grab a screwdriver from a tool closet and begin unscrewing it. As I disconnect the power cables, I learn the hard way why some screwdrivers have plastic insulation near the tip—I get a shock. Luckily, these cameras run on low voltage, so it’s more surprising than painful. With the camera now in my backpack alongside the computer parts, I head to the metal workshop.

  In the middle of the room, I spot the best thing I could have hoped for—a trolley. On it sits a boiler, which I don’t need, so I push it off. I load the trolley with a stick welding machine, several boxes of welding rods, and two gas regulators from nearby gas bottles—essential for opening the sealed storage room back at base. I also take a hand drill with drill bits and a bench grinder before moving on.

  Next to the stairs, I notice an elevator and regret not checking what we need to fix the one back at base. I step inside and press the button for the first floor. When the doors open, I push the trolley out and find that this floor mainly consists of standard classrooms. I grab a projector to use in the lounge, the only worthwhile find here.

  Moving on to the second floor, I find a smaller backpack. Though it’s smaller than my duffle and main backpack, staying organized is important, so I transfer the canned drinks from the café into it and strap it onto the trolley.

  Taking the elevator again, I reach the third floor and find the electrical workshop. Inside, I grab two small spools of wire, several circuit breakers, and some fuses, stuffing them into my now-filling electronics bag.

  The next interesting room I come across is a laboratory. Since I barely passed chemistry and only did so by cheating, I don’t bother with the chemicals. However, I take a Bunsen burner for when we set up a proper workshop in one of the empty rooms back at base.

  The final noteworthy room is the biology lab, where I find a stuffed opossum. It’s the only thing in the room that catches my eye, and without hesitation, I say, “You’re coming with me.” Smiling, I put it on the trolley, thinking about how much Monty will hate it.

  As I push the trolley out, I hear something faint. It sounds like someone rummaging through the laboratory. Letting go of the trolley, I draw my pistol. If I can, I’d rather scare them off than start a fight, as I still have the fourth floor to loot.

  Peeking into the room, I spot a man searching through the cabinets, trying to get into the chemical storage closet. Unlike the last two men I encountered, this one looks less threatening, though he has a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

  I step into the room, pull the hammer of my revolver back—making sure he hears it—and order, “Drop your weapon.”

  His hands shoot up as he answers nervously, “Alright, alright, no need to do something we’ll regret.” He lowers one arm, lets the shotgun drop to the floor, and kicks it away.

  I keep my aim steady and ask, “What do you want from the closet?”

  Raising his hands again, he carefully lifts one sleeve, revealing a bandaged arm. “I’m just looking for disinfectant,” he replies.

  I take the crowbar off my belt and holster my revolver. “Alright,” I say, “I’ll help open the door, but don’t try anything. I’m faster on the draw than you.”