Samuel arrived in front of the facility. It was a bit out of the way from the usual roads, but still easily accessible. He was in his 'hero' outfit, mask included, not sure if the old hero set him up and being cautious. He touched his earpiece. [color=fff200]"Monday, I didn't see any patrols around the building. What about inside?"[/color] His always friendly robotic female voice responded. [color=00aeef]"It looks like the immediate area is clear, Sir. My scans also pick up some automated defences scattered around the building, but my scans are being blocked from seeing what's inside."[/color] [i]Great[/i], he thought. He was walking in blind...

He approached the building from the front door. A few steps from the door itself, scanners started scanning his body. Instinctively he reached for his sidearm and waited for what would happen next. A voice suddenly came from a speaker. "RECOGNISED: Skillshot." The doors then opened for him and revealed an empty hallway. Slowly, he got his hand away from his holster and proceeded. It seemed like the old man knew more about him than he initially thought... 

The facility seemed pretty large from the outside, but it seemed it also had some underground areas as well, so it was definitely larger than the eye would make you believe.He tapped his earpiece again. [color=fff200]"Monday, do you still have access to the hideout?"[/color] He said, which meant his own little base where Monday's main AI was located. [color=00aeef]"Yes Sir. It doesn't seem like the facility blocks most incoming or outgoing signals, just the attempts to scan the building."[/color] Well that was interesting. It also made sense if what the old man said was true. [color=00aeef]"Sir, my close range scanners picked up movement in the room to your right."[/color] Monday told him in his earpiece. [color=fff200]"Are they armed?"[/color] [color=00aeef]"Doesn't seem so, Sir."[/color] 

Samuel nodded to himself. He knocked on the door leading to the kitchen, before entering, his full 'hero' attire still on, including the handgun on his hip and the hunting rifle on his back. He noticed two people here who were around his age, if not even younger, along with a giant robot, and they were making... brownies? [color=fff200]"Excuse me, I'm looking for Arrowcaster..."[/color] He asked through his mask and with a serious voice. Even though it has been a few weeks since he approached him, he was too curious to not see what the old man at least had to offer.

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Interacting with [@Shard] and [@Shellshock]