08-14-2013, 06:07 PM
Torri was familiar with security measures. The last few years of her residency consisted of TS files of all kinds. Of course, sensitive research was always top secret. But this, piercing the layers of the onion at the side of an extremely sharp knife, this was like something out of CO orientation. Biometrics! Digital x-ray scanners! Codes which opened reinforced doors. Elevators that dropped hundreds of feet. The sub-Q microchip injection still throbbed on one arm and a Teddy stuck in the other?!
By the time Torri and Liaison Constatine reached the frosted glass doors, the good doctor was clearly smitten with the impression of this place. She tried to hide it with an impassive face, but there was an extra briskness to her step and the pupils of her normally cautious eyes were dilated with anticipation.
She thrust her forearm into a cuff built into the hall and the magnets holding the doors shut released upon verification of the microchip it read.
She pulled her arm out breathlessly, straightened the jacket of her uniform and pulled the door.
By the time Torri and Liaison Constatine reached the frosted glass doors, the good doctor was clearly smitten with the impression of this place. She tried to hide it with an impassive face, but there was an extra briskness to her step and the pupils of her normally cautious eyes were dilated with anticipation.
She thrust her forearm into a cuff built into the hall and the magnets holding the doors shut released upon verification of the microchip it read.
She pulled her arm out breathlessly, straightened the jacket of her uniform and pulled the door.