Diving In

Calian POV

So, diving in! The light around me blurred into darkness as a shine took me by surprise. Before, I was sitting in a submarine, now, I am casually walking down a hallway, an immensely thick layering of glass on my right, showcasing the beauty below Antarctica. This is my second time i virtual reality and looks like I won't be getting used to this.

I can feel what Morgan Blackhand is feeling, total calmness, there's no tremor inside him, just a man on a mission. "How's everything?" Jill interrupted my train of thoughts as I snapped back to the question. So far, everything is fine, my body feels like it is moving uncontrollably even when I know it's not and again, it's like my brain is overlapping and crashing into Blackhand's."

"You'll be fine, that's how BD goes," V answered as I strolled further in, taking a left turn into a corridor. "Blackhand, hear for the annual data transfer?" A plump security guard welcomed Morgan Blackhand in a good natured stance, patting his shoulder with one hand while the other on a long metal baton.

"Yes, Clarkson, yearly return and as always, the place hasn't changed much, capitalists all over," oh I see that growl, seems like Blackhand doesn't like money-men, maybe he doesn't even like his higher-ups. "Yes, well that's how it goes around here, big corporations working together, cutting up small ones for profit, oh how the times have changed."

"I have to say, it was better back then, when the government has more in control than all the thieving businessmen," they both laughed together as Blackhand pulled out a black and white card from his pocket. "Same old procedure?" I can feel 'my' lips twitched up as 'I' twirl around the card on my hand, performing professional tricks.

"Yup, same old, same old," Blackhand gazed ahead as he moved t take a handshake from the guard. "Gotta go, Clarkson, watch yourself around here, we never know what's coming," Blackhand advised as 'I' walked away, a whistle flowing out of 'my' mouth in ease. "Like you'd know any better!" The guard chuckled aloud as Blackhand smirked and went deeper through.

"Same old, same old," Blackhand muttered as he arrived in what looks like a big, thick, strong metal door. He inserted the card into a thin hole as a scan commences. "Ding!" Something rang as the bulb above on the roof turned from traditional blue into flashy green. "Access Granted," a robotic voice said as the door opened itself.

It has got to be more than a meter thick, the data contained must be invaluably precious to amount to such protections. Onto the next step, Blackhand entered as the door behind him closed though he is still fully confident. In front of him is yet another door, and a facial analyzer stuck on the wall. Blackhand proceeded onto it, placing his chin onto the support.

Red lasers came out from within as every nook and cranny of Morgan Blackhand's facial structure is being recorded and matched. "Morgan Blackhand, State Your Name and Rank," ah, there is sound recognition as well, it looks like. "Morgan Blackhand, Militech Special Rear Admiral," 'I' say as 'I' waited, one second, two second, 'my' irritation grows.

"Militech Special Lower Rear Admiral," this time, Blackhand, added 'lower' with combined emphasis and a scowl. "Ding!" And blue light turned to green light, this is just like traffic lights, green is to go. "Access Granted," that as well, the door opened, this is quite the sequence, isn't it, so specific as well.

"I'm always anxious at this one," Blackhand grumpily sighed as he arrived in a longer room with lesser width. There are a bunch of cameras on either side of the wall, movement scanners. "How similar must my ordinary everyday motion be again? Higher than 80 percent, is it?" Then, after mumbling for just a second, Blackhand started his march.

Step by step, neither slow nor fast, not exactly relaxed as well but could do. This is, I have to say, a bit creepy. The cameras silently watching, a man silently walking, and a room silently being... silent. There's no other way to put it in. "Ding!" repeat, blue becomes green. "Access Granted," and the door opens yet again.

We're now into a more social room, meaning there isn't just one man. It's a relatively large sized hexagonal room with 4 robots and 6 human guards taking charge in protection. "Blackhand, the usual, contraband check, step directly on the center, you've done this many times before," one of the guards called.

"Yeah, yeah, it's not like I'm carrying any weapons with me," as 'I' blabbered, the ground beneath me opened up, panels sliding downwards as four pillars rose from the floor. The pillars briefly glowed a luster, like a pearl, and next, it descended back to the hidden machinations below. "Ding!" Starting to get tired of that sound.

"Access Granted," the final door opened to reveal an elevator within. "Well, congratulations Blackhand, you're free to pass. Unfortunately, as always, you'll be accompanied by two of our most trusted friends and two other cold ones," two of the four robots suddenly moved, their coordination absolute as metal clangs each step they take into the elevator.

"Well, let's get going, Blackhand," a guard shrugged as 'I' made 'my' way into the elevator, I'm going to be descending... is it 50 miles or was it kilometers? I'll say it's miles. "So, what info are you taking, Blackhand?" A guard curiously inquired as a minute passed in the elevator, still not slowing down and I wager not for a while.

"You know I can't tell you. How's the baby doing?" Blackhand switched topics as the guards grinned. "Can't ever stop talking about her. Let me tell you, he's going to be a great father that's for sure," and everyone laughed in happiness, this is nice, very nice. "Shut up you flatterer. She's fine, could already say a few words as well."

"So, did she say father first or mother first?"