Post by <F> on May 17, 2009 12:23:34 GMT 12
[the] H.EAD Q.UARTERS
A more in-depth description of the revolution HQ, and the area surrounding it.
About two miles out of Angeles, there is a small row of low hills. It's pretty hot out there, but the grass is still green and trees grow around the general area. The main entrance is accessed by a long, dirt road, which winds off the main tar-sealed route out of Angeles. There aren't any high-tech gates or security systems; not obvious ones, anyway. The only existing security is a little extra on top of what was already there. Already there, you say? Yes. The Revolution haven't got half the amount of money they'd need to build a place like this, hidden in the hillside, so the building is an abandoned ice-cream factory. Funny, isn't it? You're welcome to laugh here but we really must continue.
Despite no sign of human habitation, the road stops beside the hills, under a shady grove of trees. The only parking area is a wide space of dirt. Yet another dirt path, accessable only by foot this time, takes you part-way up the hillside, then stops. The only sign of human intervention is a door that appears rotting and decrepit, as if it would disintergrate at the lightest touch. But there you'd be wrong. Give that knot in the wood, yes, that one by the hinges, a sharp push. With the sound of machinery sliding back some heavy bolts, the door swings inward.
The first room you encounter is a well-lit area, floored in white and grey marble. The entire room appears bitterly cold, despite being a comfortable temperature. Behind the mable desk, (and a bullet-proof glass wall), a receptionist looks up at you and smiles. Turning from her work, she presses a button and speaks into a microphone. "Can I help you?"
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So, that's the basics of the HQ. You can't see it from the outside, ever since the ice-cream factory was shut down and the big sign removed. The entire complex is underground, except for behind the hills. There, there's an area were the trucks used to go to pick up the crates of ice-cream. Now, it stores the Revolution's two vehicles; a shabby-looking Cadillac, and a Nissan Centra. No, they're not a high-tech organisation. For that, you need money, which is something the experiments don't have.
Anyways, behind the parking lot, there's a high fence topped with bared wire, which encircles a green patch, about the size of a football field, and has a few seedlings growing in it. There's a tap sticking out of the ground at the far end, but that's as far as the material comforts go.