12-17-2014, 08:53 PM
Security at the access point fell under the pervue of the Kremlin police. The men doing that very job were alert and unphased by the seemingly impressive individuals to have joined their company. Several minutes after Michael arrived, two exchanged looks just as the door slid open.
Nikolai crossed the threshold ahead of his Preator agents. He paused to greet his guests.
"Michael. Marcus."
He looked to each. "I trust you remember one another."
They had shared a table at the Christmas feast, after all. Of course, after Marcus' stunt with the flash of power, he fully placed himself on Michael's radar. Conversely, Marcus might have little interest in Michael Vellas but for the display in Mecca. Marcus likely guessed at Michael's true nature, and if he didn't, he would soon enough.
"Thank you for being here,"
an unnecessary greeting, but wide swaths of people always spoke to finding comfort in Nikolai's presence: like greeting a stern, but beloved grandfather.
"If you will follow me,"
a gesture and security unlocked the entrance to a sleek vault, thereby disabling the impressive array of measures monitoring traffic in and out.
The group of them filed into the elevator. While almost every aspect of the Facility was upgraded, their elevator would descend at the normal pace. There was time to explain.
"You will never have access to the Facility without me present. Therefore, do not attempt to enter. My orders, permission, or word will not work. Either you have the appropriate security credentials - and you would know if you had them and neither of you do - or we go together."
He heard the chip site hurt for days after implantation.
The elevator was not fast, but the descent was smooth as silk. The graphic on the panel indicated their position relevant to the surface and the Facility, but there was no indication of the distance of their depths. Yet Nikolai did not need one. He grew bolder by the moment; and power called. And he knew he was all that much nearer the center of the earth. His home.
His voice could tense steel for all the promise of strengths revealed. "Any questions?"
Nikolai crossed the threshold ahead of his Preator agents. He paused to greet his guests.
"Michael. Marcus."
He looked to each. "I trust you remember one another."
They had shared a table at the Christmas feast, after all. Of course, after Marcus' stunt with the flash of power, he fully placed himself on Michael's radar. Conversely, Marcus might have little interest in Michael Vellas but for the display in Mecca. Marcus likely guessed at Michael's true nature, and if he didn't, he would soon enough.
"Thank you for being here,"
an unnecessary greeting, but wide swaths of people always spoke to finding comfort in Nikolai's presence: like greeting a stern, but beloved grandfather.
"If you will follow me,"
a gesture and security unlocked the entrance to a sleek vault, thereby disabling the impressive array of measures monitoring traffic in and out.
The group of them filed into the elevator. While almost every aspect of the Facility was upgraded, their elevator would descend at the normal pace. There was time to explain.
"You will never have access to the Facility without me present. Therefore, do not attempt to enter. My orders, permission, or word will not work. Either you have the appropriate security credentials - and you would know if you had them and neither of you do - or we go together."
He heard the chip site hurt for days after implantation.
The elevator was not fast, but the descent was smooth as silk. The graphic on the panel indicated their position relevant to the surface and the Facility, but there was no indication of the distance of their depths. Yet Nikolai did not need one. He grew bolder by the moment; and power called. And he knew he was all that much nearer the center of the earth. His home.
His voice could tense steel for all the promise of strengths revealed. "Any questions?"