Dax examined the man, noting that he looked imposing and meant business. Probably best to comply with orders, especially with a guy like this enforcing it. As Dax walked through the rather dull looking halls untill he the group reached an elevator. It looked mundane to Dax, he'd seen thousands of elevators similar to this. He wasn't surprised by this, there's not much variation in elevator design anyways.

As the elevator's descent slowly ceased and the doors opened, he listened to what the guard had to say. He repeated what the guard said and began walking. He passed an intersection that branched off into several other hallways that he imagined led to rooms with some poor old D-Class having experiments done on him. To his surprise, they weren't having inhumane experiments performed on them. All they had to do was mop some foul smelling room and have a staring contest with some bloke in the middle in the room.

He glanced around and then looked at the white guy who reminded him of the guard who escorted them to this room. [color=#b30000]"Guess I'll do it."[/color] Dax picked up the mop and dunked it in the bucket filled with the cleaning solution.[color=#b30000] "I'll start when you two start starin' at it."[/color]Dax gestured towards the thing that stuck out like a red thumb in the room.

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[Informant_Ceta] I didn't know you had a law degree, Audio. Maybe you aren't a basement neet after all.
[Informant_Ceta] Anyways I got some juicy stuff on this place. It uses a lot of power annually. By a lot, I mean a metric fuckton. It consumes the same amount of electricity that Denver, Chicago and New York combined. Whatever they have down there, it's important.