The Facility

After a few minutes of dead silence and walking, we came up on the "building", if it could be called that. A cylinder four stories in height, as big as a small mansion, it didn't reflect any light off its black. We walked closer where the grass was brown and weathered.

In a few seconds, a portion of the structure fell in and a door was made. We walked inside and instead of a luxury building, it was minimalist. It was filled with motorcycles, dirt bikes in design, and armored trucks that had no windows, black. The walls were the same, black and flat, just like the floors.

We walked to the back of the room and entered one of the two elevators in the large room. The one that couldn't hold four of the armored trucks. He pressed the gold outlined button, and the elevator went up.