Even with his eyes closed tight, the bright light still engulfed his vision
with bloody red. A quick whir sound ended and just like that, it was
over. He had escaped one hell only to arrive in another. His idea of a
power hungry private military’s space base was thrown off by the well-
lit and arguably well decorated interior of Geisen as he slowly opened
his eyes. This was a brightness he could get used to.
Derek quickly tried to get a sense of his surroundings. He was in glass
boxed room inside a two storey hall. Walkways composed the upper
floor while artificial grass and waterfalls decorated his one. There were
USOC employees everywhere, unarmed and a security guard standing
behind a decontamination gate in front of Derek. Stunned by the
scenery, it took him almost a full three seconds to raise his assault rifle
and tensely walk towards the door. Suddenly, water sprayed down on
him from above and around as lumbered towards the exit. He shot at
the surprisingly bullet resistant glass with no effect. The security guard
said some words into a radio and left the booth, leaving Derek trapped.
They were prepared. They were always prepared. But nonetheless,
Derek didn’t stop trying.
He pulled his assault rifle up to a bullet dent in the glass and fired full
auto into it, creating a hole big enough for a bug to pass through. This
however was only the beginning. Derek kept shooting around it,
chipping the glass away bit by bit, but by the time he had made a fist
sized hole, security officers had already surrounded him the glass
chamber, and a rather well dressed man made his way to Derek,
stepping right in front of the hole but Derek didn’t fire. He knew when
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