[center][h3][b][color=1b1464]Overlook's Bunker[/color][/b][/h3]
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The small squad of soldiers immediately took notice of the now opened bunker entrance thanks to the flashing light. Ever the cautious, trained soldiers, they stood over the hatch first and inspected it. The pointman was about to fiddle with a flashlight before realizing there was no need, for the pathway had its own illumination. Slowly but surely the squad descended into the depths of the bunker. Upon reaching the bottom they continued moving forward, checking each door as they passed, systematically securing the small underground complex until they reached the main computer room.

"Hold up yours hands!" the squad leader commanded, keeping his weapon trained on Ruben. Once he saw that Ruben was both unarmed and single legged, he lowered his weapon and prompted the others to do the same. "Decoy," he spoke into a communications device. "We've secured the location. This place is some kind of Cold War nuclear bunker. We found someone."

He paused for a moment, clearly listening. "Are you sure? ... Yessir, understood." The soldier narrowed his eyes at Ruben, clearly a bit confused, but following his orders all the same. He then addressed the seated parahuman. "Decoy wants a private chat with you." He took hold of a circular object hanging from his belt, about half the diameter of a frisbee and four inches thick, then set it on the floor. Slowly, warily eyeing Ruben, he and his men left the room and shut the door behind them.

A second later the disc like object whirred to life, lights of all colors flashing and emanating around it. Then an image projected itself outward. [url=https://avvesione.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/shirobako-01-seiichi-director-glasses-overweight-messy_desk-anime_studio-anime_figure.jpg]A life size holographic projection of an overweight Asian man[/url] now stood before Ruben. The man adjusted his glasses then spoke in a pleasant, friendly voice thick with Japanese accent. [color=cyan]"It is nice to speak to you face to face, or as much as I can at any rate. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Protectorate hero Decoy. I would offer to shake your hand, but that isn't feasible for obvious reasons, so I shall instead greet you in the custom of my own people."[/color] The holographic man gave a bow, then straightened up and readjusted his glasses.

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[center][h2][color=lightgreen]Sonika - Police Station[/color][/h2]
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Slow and uneventful. The only two words that could possibly have been used to describe the drive to the local precinct were slow and uneventful. Natasha saw a squirrel at one point, if that was even a little exciting. No. No it wasn't. What about that funeral home she passed along the way? Eh. Maybe. No, nevermind. Finally the Bratva commander arrived at her destination, an old building in a run down district clearly in need of some massive gentrification. In this area the cops were almost as bad as the gang members. Inside Natasha would find a single waiting room with two officers at a reception desk behind glass windows, like some kind of bank tellers. Off to the side sat a reinforced door leading deeper into the precinct, where no doubt the local officers were conducting their administrative duties and small time thugs sat in holding cells. Against the back wall were plenty of seats, a vending machine with a plethora of unhealthy snacks, and a water cooler.