The entrance to level 9 was guarded by two bored-looking men, neither of which really bothered to straighten up when the two officers and the doctor approached. Everyone knew how boring their job was, and since the pair of them were permanently assigned to the worst position in the facility there wasn’t much anyone could do that would make it worse. They had even been relocated to rooms nearby, so they were the only non-subject individuals that lived below the initial level of the facility.
The doors themselves looked fairly unassuming, but everyone knew that they were actually multiple feet thick, made out of heavy metal and lined with something - nobody was quite sure what - that negated the abilities of subjects trying to pass through. Every level transition had doors like these, to be activated in the event of an emergency and which could not be opened without executive authorization. The rumor was that nobody in the facility, including the Director, had the authority to issue such a command, but since nobody was sure who would be higher than her there wasn’t anything to back up the claims.
Waiting cross-legged between the two guards, his back against the door and arms behind his head, was a young Caucasian man of about twenty-four years. He had his eyes closed and was humming to himself, occasionally reaching out to brush a strand of his fairly long blonde hair out of his face. Funnily enough, it seemed to be styled impeccably, which would be quite an achievement since there was nobody in the facility who was set to do that kind of task. He looked fairly average in terms of build, although a bit more bulked up, like someone who spent time working out on a consistent basis. His jumpsuit’s back was to the door so they wouldn’t be able to see the number, but one would imagine that he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t waiting for them.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
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