[center][h1][b][color=dimgray][u]D34D-3110[/u][/color][/b][/h1]
[h1][b][color=dimgray][u]Fortress[/u][/color][/b][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Heavy armored escorted truck -> Sentinel HQ Paris
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] No one.[/center]

A group of military cars with mounted guns was riding through the streets of London. In the middle of it was bigger truck, close to an armored truck carrying money or prisoners, but this one had much more plating and no windows at all. The convoy kept driving till they got to the Sentinel HQ, where they drove straight into the garage without stopping until they got to the end. The bigger truck turned so it would have its back doors pointing to the end of the garage, where people with guns were already waiting for what was inside. The other mounted cars in the convoy set up around the bigger truck, everyone pointing their guns at the truck as well. Two people carefully opened the door, and revealed the big hunk of metal known as D34D-3110. 

He barely moved, only his head looking around scanning all the people pointing weapons at them. He could kill most of them within a few minutes, if not seconds, but he didn't want to. He wanted to show them he was no threat as long as they didn't agitate him, but all the barrels pointing his way made that pretty hard. He kept looking at all the soldiers as he stepped out of the truck, when a noise signaled the elevator in front of him being opened. D34D-3110 took this as his que and walked towards the elevator. The soldiers kept aiming for him, and some walked into the elevator with him. One pressed the button of the elevator and the doors closed.

One of the soldiers inside the elevator with him wanted to lower his gun to relax a bit. One of his colleagues quickly corrected him. "Don't lower your guard, one wrong move and he could turn against us." D34D-3110 turned his head towards the soldier who corrected the other. [color=dimgray]"NEGATIVE. If I wanted you dead, I would've done so by now. You think your 45 mm bullets can even scratch this thick layer of metal, even if they are armor piercing?"[/color] The soldiers lowered their guns, amazed and at the same time feeling uncomfortable knowing that the big armed robot knew exactly what their ammo was before it even left their gun.

The elevator doors then opened, revealing a small group of people in a room where everyone was gathering. He walked out of the elevator and stood there analyzing everyone while the soldiers stayed behind and went back downstairs. He had no reason to aproach anyone, so he wouldn't do it. That was one of the downsides of his programming. If there was no valid reason to, he wouldn't do something. This also meant he couldn't really 'have fun', whatever humans meant by that. He was made to kill, and even though he wanted to change that as much as possible, he would always stay the same.