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It didn't seem like Control was able to provide equipment, so you left the drop-off site instead of waiting any longer. You walk into the lobby of building 453 and look around. This time, you have your glasses.
There's a road of colored tiles laid out like a red carpet leading to the receptionist's desk and up the stairwell behind it. There's soft glowing light everywhere, reflecting off the smooth tiles and polished stone. Along the walls, there are glass enclosures housing leafy white plants and more lighted wall scones. It's all very sleek, open, and modern.
Beside the stairwell, you see a freight elevator alongside the ones for visitors. One of the workers swipes his ID in the scanner and the doors open. In goes a few handcarts and pallets, out come several researchers in lab coats and clean suits, followed by a guard with an unsteady gait. It's already lunch time, come to think of it.
A class of students walks past, armed with lab coats and varying looks of interest. You're suddenly a lone figure in black in the sea of white. The tour guide is talking about C Company research opportunities in a peppy voice. Looks like she has an ID card of her own...
You breathe in. The air smells like people, antiseptic, cleaning chemicals, and delicious chocolate.
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