Project Epsilon

                James knocked his clenched fists against a pair of black doors at the end of the left wing in the Mars Military’s base of operations. The doors came to life and throughout the corridor you could hear the noise from it. The vibrations were deafening and on the outside he looked calm, but he was really feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. The noise he had created made the hairs on his back stand on end and his heart beat quicken, and his body felt cold as if the temperature in the corridor was at absolute zero.