The windscreen of your automaton carriage is pelted by heavy rain as you makes your way through the rugged, lightning-stricken landscape. The storm has come faster than the weather-mancers predicted, and the once-concealed vaccination plant of El Alamein looms ominously ahead. Your mechanical steed, Cochise, laboriously continues through the muddy path. Your orders are clear; you must ensure the production of the vaccine continues without delay, no matter the cost.