It did not take long for him to arrive at the parking lot entrance and make his way in as he found a parking spot for his electro-bike near the FTL lobby. He usually carried his backpack with him, but only thought that it would be unnecessary as he only needed his notebook of formulas that he showed to people that were interested in his work. Drake considered it more or less of a portfolio and a summary of his knowledge, albeit some of the things in his notebook contained the various chemical compounds and recipes he learned during his time at his former employer, considering that he was walking with trade secrets contained in it. He left behind his backpack with the rest of the stuff, including his pistols that he always kept in the bike storage compartment under lock and key, and never under a code pad as they could be hacked in this day and age. Walking into the lobby, a few security guards escorted him to another room where he was gone through a scanner machine to see if he had any weapons on him to threaten Grant.

“Ok rat, just go through the scanner and no funny business”, barked one of the guards as he glared at him though his black glasses, watching him closely. 

"Sure thing, amigo. I’m not really keen on a cavity search if you find anything”, sarcastically joked Drake as he stepped onto to the scanner platform. He had a sly grin on his face and stretched his arms out so the scanner can make sure it can properly scan him. It took a few minutes to find that all he had hidden was his lighter and his cigarettes on him that made it passed.

“Looks clean. What about the facemask?”, asked the guard working the machine.

“He can keep it. I don’t know why he would want to keep his mask at the 112th floor. Not like there’s smog he can choke on upstairs.”

“Still, I don’t see any reason why the hell he can carry his facemask up there.”

Drake rolled his eyes at the two guards arguing and decided to interject. “Because it’s my shit, puto. You really want to fucking argue?” 

“No, you rat. You can keep your shit. Just don’t try anything stupid or we might as well shaft you to The Graveyard. And don’t smoke unless you’re given permission to. Get it?”

“Alright, just let me sign in so I can get to whatever post I’ve been assigned to.”
“The Suit wants to see you first. That’s why you got scanned in the first place, rat.”
[i]The Suit…[/i] thought Drake. [i]The head of FTL wishes to speak to me? I guess I must be important enough for a higher up to notice my skills or I might just be lucky enough for whatever he needs.[/i]

With his visitor ID to the 112th floor that was given to him, he was lead to an elevator that would lead right to the 112th floor where Grant was. Even though he was left alone, he could tell that a security camera stared right above him as he started to grab a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it up, smoking it in defiance of the guard’s orders.

“No one tells me where I can smoke, amigo.”, he muttered to himself as he took a breath of the menthol favoring of the cigarette, just before the elevator took a brief stop to let in an androgynous looking young man as the person stood next to Drake and hummed along and ignored Drake as he carried papers, making it obvious that he showed little interest in him. Clearly, temptation was running though Drake’s mind as he took in the feminine body of the young person, wondering if he used hormone therapy to make a sex appeal in this consumerist hellhole, or worked with Fetish Inc. before such a sweet fag of a man started working as a white-collar paper pusher. Regardless, Drake took the cigarette out of his mouth and cleared his throat, as he tried to make small talk. 

“Hey. I’m new here and was wondering if someone can get me a tour of this place?” Drake spoke in a calm and charming manner as he held down his cigarette between his fingers. Naturally, his focus was to get his number and go out for one-night stands whenever he saw someone that caught his eye. 

“Sorry, I’m busy. Maybe next time.” spoke back the twink, as he mostly ignored him and simply walked out when his floor arrived, leaving Drake to be alone for the rest of the ride up the elevator.