>>5591670The first sign that you've arrived is the gentle quieting of the thrumming engines, which whir and buzz as they simmer down. Halle gathers her things, the folio of notes collated once more, and you shoulder your own bag as the pilot comes over the intercom. "Welcome to Eagle Height, you two. Offload promptly please, we've got a refueling and then right into another trip."
Wind blowing in your face, you make your way down the ramp. This location is not nearly as bustling as the Idaho complex- only one other short runway is emplaced next to the one you currently depart from. Halle walks slightly behind you, following you silently as you both head in towards the towering building before you.
The construction of TT-094's headquarters is beyond spartan, at least from the outside. It looks to be completely made of reinforced construction, unpainted and unadorned, and the only notable features are the tall air traffic control tower and a few elevated watch positions, which look to be well manned. The entrance that you now arrive at is a beefy steel door that swings open as you get within three paces of it.
"Jacobson and Morrigan. Come inside."
The gruff voice belongs to a shortish woman, who quickly closes the door after you enter. Her auburn hair is tied up in a tight bun, no-nonsense, and the uniform she wears is a puzzling mix of grays and blacks.
She extends a hand to Halle first. "Halle Morrigan. Pleasure to have you on our team, finally. Gods know we've had plenty of help from Computing the last year or two with all the attempted Collaborator net intrusions."
Halle looks a bit sheepish at the praise, but nods. "It's a pleasure to be here, Commander Milan."
Commander Milan then turns to you, the top of her head barely coming up to your well-built shoulders. "And a new join. Ex-MARSOC Lieutenant Max Jacobson. Good to have you. Welcome to Delta Green, and welcome to TT-094."
Returning the handshake, you stand up straighter before responding. "Yes ma'am. Good to be along for the ride, whatever that means."
She moves along quickly down the concrete halls. Inside is a much different story from outside: there are dozens of black-gray uniformed personnel walking at a brisk pace, inclining their head at the commander and giving the two of you a curious look; you pass by half a dozen different rooms allocated to computer operations, a training bay, an armory, two common spaces and a gym.
Milan stops on a dime, the imperious clicking of her boots ceasing as quickly as it began. You've been brought along to a door that reads "Initial Assessment Room", which seems self-explanatory; as soon as you arrive, the commander turns to Halle.
"Miss Morrigan, no need for you to stick around here. Personnel quarters are two intersections down on the left; I'll see you at muster tomorrow morning, 0800 sharp."
Halle gives a smile to Milan and a little hand wave to you, and then you're alone again as she departs.
