A map. It kept moving, trying to calculate efficient routes through the facility that might include a map. It would not help them directly: they already knew the layout. But that only meant the shapes, and the specifics that they had been allowed to know. The maps had been covered in symbols they didn't understand.

It paused at an intersection, considering. There could be a map in the offices to the east. It would also be a valid route deeper into the facility. But there were more infected there, that they had not killed. It had not been ordered to seek and destroy, and clearing out all the little cubicles would have taken too much time.

And they had to communicate that somehow. It made a quiet huff of annoyance, trying to think. It had a limited number of signs to work with, most of them completely useless.

There. It pointed toward their objective. Assemble.

There. Map check. Close enough, maybe. There. Danger area. Biological attack.