The Front Gate/Courtyard

Zor pulls up to the front gate, looking at the small security room; he reaches into his duster pulling out an ID, the man glances down before heading back into the small booth.  Zor glances at the large building in front of him; it was once a warehouse for a large electronics corporation, after the bombs had fallen it had remained mostly in tact.  The leader had taken control of the site itself when he decided to settle down and hide from the wastes, taking in anyone who would help him; slowly over two hundred years he and his followers had expanded the building, turning it from a simple base of operations to an underground city.
The guard returns to his boss; handing the ID back to him the man tells him, "Sir Miss Angela would like to see you in her office."
The smile not leaving the immortals face he offers up a simple, "fuck."

*Sweets rides up with Saya to the gate*

The man steps out of the booth walking up to the two new arrivals, "How may I help you sir?"

Doctors Sweets and Saya, here about a broken lung.

"One second sir, I'll have to make some calls," The man reenters the booth; he stays in there for a few minutes, before exiting approaching the two again.
"Alright sir drive on through, your going to enter the front doors take a left, take the eleveator down to the fifth level, from there go right down three halls then take a right, then you'll run into his office."

Why not just give me a gps while youre at it. *Sweets looks over to Saya*you got all that?

She looks up, having spaced out a little. "Sorry, just... Thinkin' about B. What was that?"

*Sweets recites the directions walking with saya, he lifts his mask letting it rest atop his head.* thinkin' 'bout someone?

Saya looks down, "Yeah, Don't worry about it." She nods, rubbing the back of her neck... reminiscent of how Neko would.

*Sweets smiles and mutters, just like him at times. His phone buzzes and he checks it.* ... Got brass balls for gi-guy with such a small frame. Hey uh Saya, how attached are you to B?

"A bit, why? Something wrong?" She raises an eyebrow, her hands in her pockets.

*Sweets sighs*In a nutshell, B is demanding I unleash an SCP on the roaches, something we don't do. Hes also pretty much saying, break out these people from Vonkraft, people I don't even know, when I have a dont fuck with agreement, Dont fuck with me, we dont fuck with you. All for an scp that is pretty much like putting a nuke warhead in a missile. Its an AI, and you know what Omni deals with, he runs the net for the entire wasteland.

"Oh god... I don't know what he did those years, but he really grew up..." She sighs, "But this isn't grown up... It's childish." She holds the bridge of her nose. "Did you explain this to him? Which Waste Wretch are we talking about?"

One you're quite Familiar with the so called "cruncher" I;m not letting that fucker out of the pocket dimension for hell or high water. Took fucking hours to drag his stoney ass back to base.

She visibly pales. Her eyes widen. "We aren't letting that thing out."

I made that clear, that things a killing machine, not some little shits tool of revenge. I'll do my name sake my self.

She sighs, "The only one he's seen is the sword that makes ants when it nicks you. I don't think he realizes..."

*Sweets grabs his right arm at the mention*So you two gave him that damn thing. Neither here nor there, anyway, lets go patch up Zor, and if you're interested, i have a place you can set up a practice that isnt a prison.

"Sounds good."

*Sweets leads Saya to the aforementioned room to Zor.

She follows hesitantly. She reaches for her rifle, just in case something happens.

*A black limo pulls up the the gates, Anna rolls down the window and looks at the guard at the gate* Mr. VonKraft needs to see the people inside, let us through.

The guard rushes into his hut placing a call; he returns a few minutes later, "You may go in, Miss Angela will meet you at the front door."

Anna: *Nods and drives through the open gates, the man in the black suit sits in the back with his arms crossed*

*PACK OF EMU'S OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE!*