After getting his tray of simplistic and probably synthetic foods, Dax headed to a table to eat. Once he sat down, he glanced around noticing that the guards were packing some serious heat. Uniform white hallways, blast doors and guards wearing body armor implied that something big is here. Some bio-weapon that some Russian guy developed in secret military facility or a monster from a black and white movie from the 40s? Whatever is in there doesn't matter to him. So far, life here has been easier than it was elsewhere and Dax wanted it to say that way. After a recollection of what had brought him here, he was nearly done with his food as was the time to eat.



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[Informant_Ceta] Audi0phile, that's why no one takes you even remotely serious around here. I bet that they think we're a peanut gallery.



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He's read about this place before from a rather small file that he found in an deactivated Anti-ballistic missile silo that he was sent to with orders to destroy anything that could be useful. Perhaps the file was small because there wasn't much known about the place or maybe [i]someone[/i] was withholding information. Either way, Dax thought that it was just a prank made by the people manning the silo, waiting for a blimp in the radar and then permission to engage the 40-ton hunk of metal carrying a warhead of some sort. He then thought to himself,"Maybe I know too much... Or that I was sent here for trying to sell a nuclear warhead that wouldn't even detonate. It could be a combination of both but I doubt that anyone knows that file even existed.