"Classified?" I asked, "Um, w-what's in it?" I shifted nervously on my feet.
The women stared blankly at me, her face unmoving and her expression cold.
"Oh. So that means it's really classified, huh?" I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. The woman, clearly in no mood for conversation, handed me a key card and pointed towards a door. "Thank you," I muttered quickly, and started in its direction.
'Awfully warm reception,' I thought to myself as I swiped my card and crossed through the door into a long corridor. I walked down slowly, not really knowing where to go except forward toward a large, very wide set of double doors with a sign over them that read, "Lab No. 667 Main Operational Faciity".
That seemed like a good enough indicator to me.
Sighing and bracing myself for whatever may come next, I pushed against the double door and entered Lab 667 in earnest, not knowing what to expect.
Imagine my surprise when I crossed the threshold and immediately saw...
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