Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150806213905

"It's televised in Menagerie; I'm pretty sure there's a way to get it to you live and if all else fails, there's always virtual recordings." Fritz finished off the dessert as the waitress came back with the check.

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''Timeskip to the institute. ''

Zephrion led the two men to the towering administration building. Hopefully, the more modern styling of the institute wasn't too offensive. After a decent elevator ride, Zephrion's office stood at the end of the hall. From the elevator, several of the Institute's various robotic creations could be seen in glass cases lining the hall while the ceiling had a hexagonal pattern to it.

Zephrion swiped his card through the scanner, right side up.

"Now, wait here a moment." He proceeded through the security arch and swiped again from the other side twice as to not accidentily trip the security.

Upon entering, the mobsters were greeted by a semi-circular room. Both the floor and ceiling were polished jet black. Bulletproof glass windows lined the office, where the lights from outside reflected into the room. In the center was a lone minimalistic desk with holographic displays and haptic interfaces orbiting around it.

Zephrion's voice now switched to his usual, business-and-work mode. "As I do with all of our directors, I personally inform them of our security features. This is staff only, but I'll make an exception." In all honesty, the skunk felt uneasy about revealing his organization's features, to humans of all people simply out of habit. Only because of the Cardamom's history of equality among members and the fact that they themselves knew a thing or two about keeping secrets was this happening. Who knows, perhaps Ochre or Trigo may have an input to improve security.