Post by futurepredator on Feb 10, 2011 13:04:18 GMT -5
After parking his car in a peculiarly untidy fashion in the ARC's complementary car park, he took a elevator to the entrance to the home office lobby, which was a effectively a strong guise to hide the confidential conspiracy which was behind the doors entering the Control Room.
Feeling naturally composed, he walked up to the front desk, where the receptionist was sorting a bunch of files, while graciously munching on a bright red apple.
Ben shook the young women’s hand, before leaning in closely to the receptionist.
"I'm here for the ARC..."
She looked at him especially sceptically, and raised her eyebrows unrepentantly.
"Prove it...?"
He flashed his wrist tag over the security bar, which scanned for any false infringements to the safety of the ARC team.
The bar made a high-pitched, beeping noise, and, taken aback, the girl waved him through to the double doors leading to the Control Room, where a couple of military men where positioned in case anyone tried anything naughty while entering the ARC.
Recognising one of the SAS men, he nodded, and flung open the doors leading to the ARC.
Feeling naturally composed, he walked up to the front desk, where the receptionist was sorting a bunch of files, while graciously munching on a bright red apple.
Ben shook the young women’s hand, before leaning in closely to the receptionist.
"I'm here for the ARC..."
She looked at him especially sceptically, and raised her eyebrows unrepentantly.
"Prove it...?"
He flashed his wrist tag over the security bar, which scanned for any false infringements to the safety of the ARC team.
The bar made a high-pitched, beeping noise, and, taken aback, the girl waved him through to the double doors leading to the Control Room, where a couple of military men where positioned in case anyone tried anything naughty while entering the ARC.
Recognising one of the SAS men, he nodded, and flung open the doors leading to the ARC.
