"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]"