Olaf Grubisaki had been woken up by the metallic voice telling them that the doors to their vault would be open to the free world in just one day to finally see the old world and how it had been since he was only a kid last time he saw the wonderful overworld. Sighing and rubbing his face with his hand he took his feet from the desk within his little office in the Security department that he had been working since he took over from his father, being an old cop did help him become more interested in doing this job in the first place to keep the peace and order, the rule of law and all that stuff his father had taught him. Making sure the Colt 1911 was still there he patted his left side down at his hips to feel the lovely gun still was in it's holster, sealed up good and tight, taking it out from the holster he put it on the table and smiles as he takes the mag out from it, pressing the ammo out from the clip and onto the table.

Taking the gun apart he took a cleaning kit out from the desk and placed it onto the table, disassembling the gun the best he could without tools he took the barrel off and started to clean it from gunpowder leftovers that could had been stuck to the guns barrel. After a good twenty minutes from cleaning the barrel and assembling it again he put it into the holster, standing up and walking toward the door that automatic opened he walked into the metallic walkway with a smile on his face and a hand on his holster. " Today is sure to be a good day" He said with his heavy Russian accent.