"Your right about it being in the middle of bumfuck nowhere," Monica says as she stares down at the rusty, sandy, metal, vault like door.
They have driven their motorcycles exactly one hour out of town all for the sake of Danis proving her wrong. So, not much different than any other drive through the wastes. But hell, anything is better than being locked up in her office listening to her customers.
Danis kneels over the door and wiggles his fingers into two of the three inward facing arrows into little handles cleverly disguised into this weird insignia/logo/thing molded into the door. While Danis worked on turning the logo around, Monica takes out her small handheld mirror and checks her makeup. Like her hair, it's perfect except for a little sweat. Thanks to her motorcycle helmet, with a built in face shield, she stays neet and clean, unlike Danis. He, on the other hand is covered in dust with a few bug splatters on his chest and one on his cheek right under the clean goggle shaped imprint around his eyes.
After a few turns, he hears a click from within the door. "Got it!" he announces as he gives the door a hearty yank upwards. He and Monica look into the dark manhole and it's ladder letting a cool breeze of air drift up to their faces.
"After you,"
"I don't know where this thing is. I'm following you,"
"We're just going to climb down the ladder. It's not like you need me to lead you."
She gives him the glare of death.
"Fine! I'll go first!"
They climb down the manhole into a dimly lit room about twenty feet down. It's filled with cardboard boxes, old, dusty furniture, books, and mostly, folders filled to bursting.
He leads her through the room, down a hallway, and opens a door labeled "SCP-914"