The hallway towards the Manager's Office is a lot shorter of a trip than you expected. After only traveling about thirty or forty feet, your group is standing in front of a heavily reinforced steel airlock. The walls around the airlock are plastered in old wartime posters that have basically melted away in pure sludge at this point. The only one remotely liable is one about how 'IF YOU WIN THE WAR FOR US, YOU'LL GET A 5% DISCOUNT ON A TEN YEAR NEST PERMIT!!!"
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Approximately a $5000 discount for a ten year permit to live at the most upper-class section of a District. If we're using today's prices that is. Still would've at least 95k.
There's a keycard scanner next to the door. No keypad or anything, it just needs the right card. You'd guess that it probably only accepts a keycard from the Manager himself or one of the Heads. Lo and behold, you have Judie's (the Research Head's) card.
You swipe it and bam! The airlock lets out an awful sounding hiss as it begins to slowly unseal and- <span class="mu-r">FUCKING HELL WHAT IS THAT SMELL.</span> An awful, pungent smell that's clearly been sealed inside that room for a while hits your nose like a freight train. Even with your gas mask still on, you can still smell it.
The musty, pungent and spicy odor of decades of body odor and caked human filth. If it wasn't for you smelling worse and having an iron stomach at this point, you would be gagging by now. Wendy and Quentin immediately pull Casey away from it after the smell
"JU..DY? WHA..T'S THE OCCASION?" That's not a human's voice. It's not an anomaly's either but you can't even attempt to describe it as a human. Gurgling, wet noises that are an approximation of a human's voice echo out of the now opened airlock. "DID YO..U COME TO YOU...R SENSES AND...UNDERSTOOD MY PLAN?"
"We're on behalf of Judy, sir! He gave us our keycard!" Casey yells out towards the Manager(?), still at a safe enough distance to not immediately retch.
Wendy adjusts her gas mask to make sure the seal isn't compromised. "We're here to discuss a business proposal, Mr. Manager." Her mildly manic voice is immediately suppressed with a cold, clearly practiced neutral tone. "If you may approve our entrance, that is?"
"SMells like the INside of my shell. But worse." You're not sure if centipedes are able to gag or vomit but Quentin is on the verge of it.
"Mm...H. SURE. COME." The low, rumbling tone of the manager quickly goes silent after he offers his half-hearted approval. Best to bite the bullet and get it over with. The opened airlock only shows a room in pitch darkness. All you can sense in there is the smells and that god damn blubbering voice the Manager(?) speaks in.
As the lead, you go in first. Your other allies properly follow after you only after they realized you weren't immediately impaled for stepping inside.
https://youtu.be/_ZZK-qxkki0 - MANAGER
<span class="mu-r">What in the actual fuck?</span> You're not even sure how to describe what you're seeing.
