They had a few minutes before the doors unlocked. The agent in charge of the facility gave a mandatory spiel about the security of the warehouse and keeping it all hush hush.
Midway through her speech the time clicked over, the system gave a humming alert and the doors unsealed and hissed open. Clint gave the other agent an apologetic smile and ducked passed her into a massive, underground room as it was flooded with lights. It looked something like a cross between a bunker and a weapons test lab. There were low steel tables spaced evenly though the room heavily laden with artifacts, each with a little number card next to it, there had to be a hundred pieces or more. The largest confiscated items sat on an open space of floor to the far rear of the room. The corner nearest the door was occupied by a desk, a couple of couches, low coffee table and a mini-fridge. A door presumably led to a small bathroom.
Clint headed for the desk and set down the boxes of food. The techs hauled the cooler onto the coffee table before heading towards the door to exit with the agent.
Clint sighed and looked towards Kirk as the doors slid closed again. "Eat first or get started?"
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Date: 2014-01-29 09:50 pm (UTC)They had a few minutes before the doors unlocked. The agent in charge of the facility gave a mandatory spiel about the security of the warehouse and keeping it all hush hush.
Midway through her speech the time clicked over, the system gave a humming alert and the doors unsealed and hissed open. Clint gave the other agent an apologetic smile and ducked passed her into a massive, underground room as it was flooded with lights. It looked something like a cross between a bunker and a weapons test lab. There were low steel tables spaced evenly though the room heavily laden with artifacts, each with a little number card next to it, there had to be a hundred pieces or more. The largest confiscated items sat on an open space of floor to the far rear of the room. The corner nearest the door was occupied by a desk, a couple of couches, low coffee table and a mini-fridge. A door presumably led to a small bathroom.
Clint headed for the desk and set down the boxes of food. The techs hauled the cooler onto the coffee table before heading towards the door to exit with the agent.
Clint sighed and looked towards Kirk as the doors slid closed again. "Eat first or get started?"