...and you found another AIRLOCK!

It only needs a Level 0 keycard to open so the three of you immediately rush in to see what's inside it. As to be expected, there's no anomaly forgotten or trapped in here. It is beyond filthy in here, you'll certainly have to clean this before you'd let an anomaly in here.

The muck isn't anything valuable. It's a mixture of bodily waste, blood, ash and some unknown dark green fluid. It's a biohazard waiting to happen in here.
Lucy nearly vomits on the spot. "S-sorry!" She scrambles out of the room to get some fresh air.

The Man scrunches his nose(?) at the sight of it. You're about to leave but you spot something glimmering underneath the filth only about a foot away from you. "Hey, could you check that with your broom?
He accepts your request. He pokes at the area of muck you pointed at. He lifts enough of the muck away to reveal...bullets?

You put on some PPE gloves so you can reach over and grab them. You check them and, yeah, honest to god 9mm rounds. Is there a gun left in here too, you wonder? You can't tell from all of the muck but it might be worth cleaning this cell.

>PISTOL AMMO obtained! (Enough for one combat encounter.)
OOC: Don't worry about the exact number. Ammo tracking is too much bookkeeping.

The two of you check up on Lucy. She's not doing so hot after being exposed to that containment cell. The Man leans in to comfort him to the best of his ability given his anomalous properties.
You collect the bucket. There's about enough mold in here to fill up about a beaker. You pour it into one of your beakers so you can keep it nice and contained.

Your two coworkers rejoin you after Lucy is done gagging at what she say. "S-so! W-what are w-we doing now?"
"Well, I need to find a way to make this more profitable. My quota needs me to make $3000-"

"Uhm," Lucy interrupts you yet again. "That can't be right. T-that's the quota assigned on Week 2. Maybe Week 3. Y-you got that on your first week?"
"Yeah?"
"O-oh...Uhm. Well, t-that's okay! S-someone higher up must've made a mistake, that's it!"

The Man gives you a look of pity. He says that it probably wasn't a mistake. Great.
"Well, I know the basic properties of this stuff. I even know it produces some weird enzyme that melts everything short of metal. I just need to extract it."

"W-we can try, at least!" We can try, the Man says alongside Lucy.

You spend thirty minutes trying everything in your power to squeeze value out of the mold. You try to use your centrifuge to forcefully extract more of its enzyme. That didn't work. Lucy tests some stimuli on it to see if it reacts to music or differences in temperature. Neither causes the Mold to react in any meaningful way.

The Man even tries to find out a way to make it eat metal since that seems to be the only thing it can't dissolve. No matter what he coats some scrap meatl with, the mold is unable to digest it.