Zara had finished her arm, her coffee, and was now working on her bike. Normally fixing the fuel intake would be easy, the problem was that she didn't have a proper workshop or the proper parts to do so. So she had to make do with whatever she found in the wasteland. And considering how dangerous the place was, she didn't generally go very far either. She had gotten a lucky break not long ago though. A toolbox filled with all kinds of wenches, screwdrivers, and other such tools. So at the very least taking thing apart was easier now. However before she had removed everything in the way to get to where she needed to be, the alarm once again went off. The woman sighed and got up, almost deciding to not even check the monitor this time. It felt like one stray dog had made it his duty to harass her as much as possible by triggering the bunker's alarms at least once a day. But she was also expecting a client, so she didn't have much choice but to check what was going on.
However, to her surprise, this time it was a person. A completely unknown person at that. She quickly rushed towards her computer room, and pressed a few buttons on a panel. Sometimes random scavengers or other strangers came by, hoping to find stuff to sell. So Zara had fixed up one of the bunker's outside turrets to deal with such threats quickly. Outside at the door, a hatch above the door opened. And out came a worn down, but still very much functional machine gun turret. Two lights turned on, fixating themselves on the movement outside. And lastly, a speaker turned on as well. "You are trespassing on private property. You have ten seconds to leave." The woman spoke through a microphone from the secrecy of her room, her eyes scanning the man on her screen. He looked military, maybe. She wasn't too familiar with what the army looked like, though. But either way, she just wanted him out of there as soon as possible. All random passer-by got the hell out of there as they saw the turret. While any new client that had been sent her way would know to speak the password at this time. And if there was a third group, a hail of bullets could take care of them. Option three hadn't happened yet, though. And luckily so. As the only reason she could stay where she was in relative secrecy was because people didn't 'mysteriously disappear' whenever they walked in the area.
However, to her surprise, this time it was a person. A completely unknown person at that. She quickly rushed towards her computer room, and pressed a few buttons on a panel. Sometimes random scavengers or other strangers came by, hoping to find stuff to sell. So Zara had fixed up one of the bunker's outside turrets to deal with such threats quickly. Outside at the door, a hatch above the door opened. And out came a worn down, but still very much functional machine gun turret. Two lights turned on, fixating themselves on the movement outside. And lastly, a speaker turned on as well. "You are trespassing on private property. You have ten seconds to leave." The woman spoke through a microphone from the secrecy of her room, her eyes scanning the man on her screen. He looked military, maybe. She wasn't too familiar with what the army looked like, though. But either way, she just wanted him out of there as soon as possible. All random passer-by got the hell out of there as they saw the turret. While any new client that had been sent her way would know to speak the password at this time. And if there was a third group, a hail of bullets could take care of them. Option three hadn't happened yet, though. And luckily so. As the only reason she could stay where she was in relative secrecy was because people didn't 'mysteriously disappear' whenever they walked in the area.