1 - Character Profiles
2 - REFRESHED
3 - ON THE WAY
4 - SIDETRACK
ARRIVAL
A half hour later they arrived at their destination. It was a nondescript red brick building on the edge of a residential district. It was an old factory from back in the days of the industrial revolution but had been bought up again by property developers and converted into office space. Over 30 different companies operated within its confines. She drove up to the main gate and flashed her ID card to the gate guard and so did her passenger. The gate opened to a downwards-spiraling paved path wide enough for one car. They reached the second sub level and were once more prompted to identify them selves with the addition of their serial numbers. A series of three road spikes disappeared into the ground followed by the raising of the gate. This path lead nowhere.
To the untrained eye none could make out the indentations that identified the hidden entrance to their base of operations. As she drove forward another hidden heavy stone gate slowly closed behind them boxing them in. It was then they both stepped out of the car.
IDENTIFICATION! came the bellowing robotic-like voice that filled the room.
Instigator number 96, section 9, department 6, Samira Ursula Contessa Koh, serial 96SK dash 96931 reporting! said Samira.
Instigator number 88, section 9, department 6, Benjamin Wei Li Fan-Braun, serial number 88BFB dash 96993 reporting! said Benjamin.
A few moments passed.
CONFIRMATION! said the same voice.
As the echoes died out, a small section of the wall rolled up revealing a spy hole and two plasma screens the size of a sheet of paper.
Samira walked up and placed both hands, palms down, on the screens and looked through the spy hole. A scattered laser beam scanned her eye while the plasma screens worked their magic in matching her handprints to those stored in some database. When she was done Benjamin did the same.
They waited again.
GRANTED! Please enter your vehicle while we direct you to your designated storage area. said the deep sounding robotic voice.
The main gate opened slowly for it was massive and deep. Numerous layers made out of different types of alloys each separated by a different type of cement mix made up the outer layer of the gate doors. The center part of these doors was made up of six individual cylinders eight feet in diameter each. There were four on either side. Each door body was moved by a system of powerful electro magnets. The gate opened wide enough to let the car pass. She drove onto a small platform. Once on the platform a pair of securing locks latched onto all four tires holding the vehicle in place as it descended deeper into the ground.
What the fuck was that voice back there!? asked Benjamin.
That must be Antons doing. He hated the previous voice. He said it reminded him too much of his second grade teacher. Brought back to many bad memories. said Samira through a cigarette stuck between her lips as she was lighting it.
There are a few voices in the place that bring back bad childhood memories but you dont see me swapping out peoples vocal cords. said Benjamin.
At this point they were descending at a great speed. Tunnel lights illuminated the inside of the car periodically as they made their way deeper and deeper. As they came to their designated sub level, the platform jerked to a stop, much like a roller coaster, and the wall in front of them opened to reveal another paved path. The locking clamps released the car.
She turned the ignition and quickly made it to third gear with a loud screeching of tires.
Awwww shit, not again! said Benjamin tightening his grip on the cross torso seat belt strap.
When Samira came home she always liked to make a grand entrance. This time it seemed like shed park her car in one great swooping gesture.
2 - REFRESHED
3 - ON THE WAY
4 - SIDETRACK
ARRIVAL
A half hour later they arrived at their destination. It was a nondescript red brick building on the edge of a residential district. It was an old factory from back in the days of the industrial revolution but had been bought up again by property developers and converted into office space. Over 30 different companies operated within its confines. She drove up to the main gate and flashed her ID card to the gate guard and so did her passenger. The gate opened to a downwards-spiraling paved path wide enough for one car. They reached the second sub level and were once more prompted to identify them selves with the addition of their serial numbers. A series of three road spikes disappeared into the ground followed by the raising of the gate. This path lead nowhere.
To the untrained eye none could make out the indentations that identified the hidden entrance to their base of operations. As she drove forward another hidden heavy stone gate slowly closed behind them boxing them in. It was then they both stepped out of the car.
IDENTIFICATION! came the bellowing robotic-like voice that filled the room.
Instigator number 96, section 9, department 6, Samira Ursula Contessa Koh, serial 96SK dash 96931 reporting! said Samira.
Instigator number 88, section 9, department 6, Benjamin Wei Li Fan-Braun, serial number 88BFB dash 96993 reporting! said Benjamin.
A few moments passed.
CONFIRMATION! said the same voice.
As the echoes died out, a small section of the wall rolled up revealing a spy hole and two plasma screens the size of a sheet of paper.
Samira walked up and placed both hands, palms down, on the screens and looked through the spy hole. A scattered laser beam scanned her eye while the plasma screens worked their magic in matching her handprints to those stored in some database. When she was done Benjamin did the same.
They waited again.
GRANTED! Please enter your vehicle while we direct you to your designated storage area. said the deep sounding robotic voice.
The main gate opened slowly for it was massive and deep. Numerous layers made out of different types of alloys each separated by a different type of cement mix made up the outer layer of the gate doors. The center part of these doors was made up of six individual cylinders eight feet in diameter each. There were four on either side. Each door body was moved by a system of powerful electro magnets. The gate opened wide enough to let the car pass. She drove onto a small platform. Once on the platform a pair of securing locks latched onto all four tires holding the vehicle in place as it descended deeper into the ground.
What the fuck was that voice back there!? asked Benjamin.
That must be Antons doing. He hated the previous voice. He said it reminded him too much of his second grade teacher. Brought back to many bad memories. said Samira through a cigarette stuck between her lips as she was lighting it.
There are a few voices in the place that bring back bad childhood memories but you dont see me swapping out peoples vocal cords. said Benjamin.
At this point they were descending at a great speed. Tunnel lights illuminated the inside of the car periodically as they made their way deeper and deeper. As they came to their designated sub level, the platform jerked to a stop, much like a roller coaster, and the wall in front of them opened to reveal another paved path. The locking clamps released the car.
She turned the ignition and quickly made it to third gear with a loud screeching of tires.
Awwww shit, not again! said Benjamin tightening his grip on the cross torso seat belt strap.
When Samira came home she always liked to make a grand entrance. This time it seemed like shed park her car in one great swooping gesture.