I looked at the guy who had shouted. He seemed confused about what was going on. Just as clueless as me. Perhaps even moreso, considering I may have been taken to jail for public intoxication. Considering the things I've done while wasted, I was lucky this hadn't happened sooner.

I said nothing to him. In fact, I looked away fast. He could be here because of drug use, and his cluelessness could be the drugs. 

Then, of course, there were a couple girls in the cell also. Or maybe cross dressing men, but pretty damn convincing. If men were with women in a cell, this wasn't a normal US prison or even holding cell.

Then I heard what sounded like a mix between footsteps and metal hitting against concrete. The sound was coming from a door outside of the holding cell. I stared at this door as the footsteps drew closer, but was startled when the door was kicked open from the other side.

And in walked men. Seemingly normal men, wearing big metal suits. Machine, metal suits. It was...power armor. Shit, just like in video games, but there was something familiar about these particular metal suits. The creepy kind of familiar.