With the vault blown wide open, Tuna reaches for what seems to be small glowing clusters of organic matter. He stuffs them all in his carrying pouches and hooks them onto his combat belt. As his mission timer ticks down, enemies start to swarm around the vault entrance. Tuna flicks on his personal positioning device and primes the exfiltration protocol by choosing a destination here: snapshot.org/#/skipperlee.eth/proposal/0x45c3cce60b42dae8c7ebab973977e829e8aaf5c8bcc70d8c43c20b52cde206c9