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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/17/2017 8:42:35 PM
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"[u]roughly fifty people if you include twenty or so snipers covering from the roof tops. It seems a bit much but it provides more comfort for the clients knowing a small army is carrying their precious cargo.[/u] "
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"Of course, of course. 50 troops is a solid number I think. Gives a comfort level to the buyers, but also keeps thieves or assassins at bay." Hunter said, nodding his head in approval.
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"You don't say" Flatline mumbled while he was looking out the window. It was quite the city. Buildings reaching the clouds, a gate sturdy as it was stunning. Strata was something else. At the gate, Antonio rolled down his window and flashed his ID to the man operating the door to the gate. A light turned green and a car sized hole in the wall formed. A toll booth right at the entrance of a city. It seemed almost typical to expect something like that from a town ruled by corporate kingpins and big business. "[u]Two decades and a lot of manpower built this place. After you take a look around I'm pretty sure you would say it sure was worth it.[/u]"
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"You don't allow people into the city?" Hunter asked, a bit suprised at the revelation.
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"[u]Oh no, is not quite like that. There's a visitors fee for outsiders which helps fund maintenance and keep tabs on the additional people in the city[/u]." Not too far off, beyond the tinted windows a group of soldiers seemed to have been performing marching drills from across the street. "Well, at least you overshot the intimidation factor." The old pirate cracked.
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[spoiler]Wolfenstein esque soldiers? I can dig it. [/spoiler] Hunter, as he was calling himself, chuckled lightly at the Pirate's comment, before turning his attention back to the man in charge. "Anything we should know?"
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"[u]Not too much. We have living quarters on campus, placement test will be tomorrow and in about a week we prep for transport. But really, don't worry too much about it. It's not like were going to have another AM-4 incident any time soon[/u]" Antonio seemed confident enough, though something about the so called "incident" he mentioned seemed to lessen the brightness behind his grin. The limmosine stopped in front of a large multi story complex looking like a national guard tower on steroids. A few off duty soldiers could be seen roaming about in a T-shirt and cargo pants. Seemed today was fairly easy going without too many disputes to concern them.
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"Honestly, how are there only 50 guys." Hunter said with a laugh, noticing the soldiers walking around the area.
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"[u]Ah thats only the security department you guys will be working in. The police section has a lot more but aren't as heavily equip since they should just be going to civil disputes. They had to borrow some gear maybe once or twice but usually a ballistic best and a nine millimeter handgun is enough to keep em safe.[/u]" A soldier took at look over the car and recognized it. A green light turned on and the gate opened, letting them in. "[u]I Know know your profiles say No training required but we do have a virtual simulation room in case you need to sharpen up on your duties.[/u]"
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"Fair enough, will the scores be recorded?" Hunter asked, glancing out the window of the limo.
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"[u]Only durring scheduled exercises. Other than that, we like to let our employees use it freely without us intervening unless we need to.[/u]" The driver parked the car in a lot off to the side of the base with a door in sight to the facility. Antonio produced a pair of cards and badges. "[u]These are for your room and these are for ID. Welcome to the show folks, if your excuse me there's two others I'm supposed to be picking up. Oh the room numbers are on the cards.[/u]" Room 47 and room 48 and two more to come.
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"Thank you, sir." Hunter said, giving a simple nod as he walked into the room in search of [i]his room[/i]
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Considering he had the room next door, Flatline followed along. He looked around at the cameras scattered around the facility halls. The place almost looked like a scaled down fortress on the inside with walls made of concrete and metal plated doors. "Man, almost looks like a prison. Well, at least we have the keys to our door. Hope the rooms are a bit more comfortable"
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[spoiler]Lmao I used that exact same image for the hallway of a space ship xD [/spoiler] "Yeah, hopefully. Or maybe it's all a trap. They're secretly giving us these keys to lock ourselves in a room, prisoners to them." Hunter said, shrugging his shoulders.
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 9/25/2017 5:22:54 AM[spoiler]Ummm Whops Lol[/spoiler] "Eh they don't have any reason to lock us up so I doubt it. Still, wouldn't be the first time I got locked up" He said looking at the room numbers as they got closer. A few other guards wandered the halls seemingly on break. One on a phone seemingly talking to his wife making promises to be home, another looking at the new recruits, trying to guess James's age between the greying hair and the contradicting face of a thirty year old man. Soon enough their rooms were in sight. "I'll figure more about this place tomorrow. For now, think I'll see what kind of place in calling home for the next few days."
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"Personally, I'm looking for the armoury. See what kind of weapons are available to me as a guard." Hunter said, looking around.
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"Eh, suit yourself" He said before swiping his card and heading in to see what he would be spending his time in. Perhaps snoop what he could get out the living quarter's computer. The layout of the place was relatively straight forward. Arrows seemed to be painted on the walls with terms such as Information, Armory, Gym, and the lab department marked to their corresponding direction. It was clear their intention was to fool proof the place making tours essentially useless as even a child would likely find its way around.
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Hunter made a note of the signs, and the hallway, everything he could for the most part as he walked. He was making a mental map of the place for himself, which he would transfer onto paper later on. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the armoury and entered the room, looking around as he did so.
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 9/26/2017 4:10:30 PMIt was a fairly large room with a machine similar to the vendor that gave them the applications standing at a desk. There were enough guns and ammunition sitting behind the desk to start a civil war. Even shields and a uniquely advanced cross between a sword and an axe sat behind the automated quartemaster. https://i.imgur.com/TVh8gBv.jpg
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"Holy s***..." Noble said with a light laugh, walking towards the Quartermaster of the armoury. "Excuse me."
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"Ah hello!" It's words coming out in a generic though pleasant sounding manner. "Are we here to look into loadout options or test guns at the fireing range to see what fits you best?"
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"I'd like to take a look at some of the loadouts you might have. See what suits me!" Noble said happily.
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"That sounds like something for the gun range! The door to your left is the range. We have, basic target practice, simulated combat scenarios, and general statistics for every gun available. Just put in the desired intentions and pick from our list on the screen inside and the room should prepare itself for your arrival! Good luck!"
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"Thank you, very much." Noble nodded his head in thanks before walking over to the range, and typing in "Battle Rifle," as his desired weapon.
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 9/27/2017 5:30:48 PMA list of weapons showed up on the screen under the search result of "battle rifle" followed by a prompt to select a scenario in which to test any of the selected weaponry. [spoiler]Sh_t Almost Sent The Axe Sword Pic XD[/spoiler]
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Naturally, Noble chose the first weapon he saw. Which was the first weapon in the left hand corner.
