Explore Compound

Deep below the pentagon a lone figure walks down a white marbled hallway, leading to a secure metal door at the end of the hall, built to keep out the most destructive intruders, or potentially even keep someone in. The figures polished black shoes clicking on the floor with every brisk step as the constant low hum or fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The figure stopped at the metal vault door, lifting his military cap to get his eye closer to the retina scanner before him. Polished and pressed uniform grazing the solid metal tumblers of the door as the soldier leaned forward. “Access granted General Dorn.” came the familiar robotic voice of the computer confirming the General’s identity, as the air seal from the door hissed opened and metal tumblers retracting back allowing the two ton gigantic door to swing open effortlessly on sturdy hinges. The General stepped into the vast sterile looking laboratory behind the door. Now tucking his cap under the arm still clutching the ragged