Ryan Chase stepped off the elevator that had been staffed by a military guard dressed in red [complete with beret] and carrying an AR14 with him at all times. Out in the hall, the walls were dotted with more soldiers, all dressed in black [with berets as well] and all armed to the teeth.
At first glance, all Ryan could see on the few men before him were Heckler & Koch MP5KA4's, but he knew that was only because they had to be at the ready to kill any intruders in seconds flat. Ryan could see in the first one's green eyes that if he could, he'd not even use a weapon.
"ID please sir"
Ryan produced a paper print out with an executive seal and a few bar codes but nothing more. The guard looked at him cross eyed.
"ID Sir?"
"Thats what they gave me." Ryan simply smiled, but he did try to make it look worry-some, as best he could.
The guard took his form over to his station and placed it under the scanner. Ryan didn't get a look at what the guard saw but it must have been official because Ryan was quickly waved on.
"Step ahead sir."
The guard handed Ryan his "pass" and Ryan folded it up until the next time he was summoned here, or any other Omega Class installation. He moved on.
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