Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-26571677-20160116054730

Everything he looked at, he took in, in his business, the smalle details tended to matter the most. Slowly, he created a mental map.

It would all have been right well and dandy, had it not been for the keycard he'd scanned only having a level 3 clearance. It looked to be the middle level of clearances, as he'd seen scientists with level 1 clearance keycards.

But the robotics bay was certainly interesting. There were components for robots and assembled technological pieces everywhere. All high tech, top of the line. Flagg really wanted to impress them.

From the looks of it, most of the robots were covered and armoured with titanium-steel alloys. Light, but durable, less so that pure titanium, but more so than average steel. Plus, it was cost-effective.

Weapons were perhaps the least wowing. Most of them were outfitted with simple ballistics, ranging from machine guns, to small arms ordnance.

He was concentrating so much, that he jumped slightly when he heard the enormous banging, smashing, no general racket coming form behind the doors. He lightly touched his weapons, and firmly grasped them when a number of troops entered the area.

He could swear he heard...

Screams.