The cold forces you to stop at the midpoint.

Before long, the chill of the night air works its way into what's left of your bones, and you really start to notice how exhausted you are. While your cybernetics would work perfectly fine in almost any temperature that didn't cause them to melt, the rest of you isn't nearly as durable when it comes to extremes of temperature, especially in {if TornClothes=True}what's left of {endif}the stealth suit you wore for this mission.

Once it gets almost too much to bear, you decide to stop pushing on for the night, and search for shelter. Clutching your arms close to yourself and shivering, you eventually find what looks like an old ranger cabin, a half-rotten wooden structure barely visible through the plantlife.

Beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

You sweep some branches out of the way to clear a path to the door, and try the handle. Locked. Briefly, you consider just smashing it clean open, as you easily could, but you really don't want to rest in a building with no door. Instead, you crouch down next to it, the tip of one of your fingers folding back to reveal an impressively complicated cyber-pick, which you set to work applying to this ancient lock.

Suddenly, a rustling noise from the foliage around you draws your attention. You flick your head around, scanning across the trees with thermal vision active, highlighting heat sources as patches of bright light.