Hidden and Dangerous (closed)

[Baddie4Life]

There was a rustic compound hidden deep in the middle of a huge set of craggy badlands. The air was dusty and buzzards flew over head. The landscape was vast, barren and set with canyons, small petrified trees, narrow streams and huge caves going for miles. The compound was the surface structure of a huge underground cold war complex that seemed abandoned, but others knew otherwise. Not much could be guessed from the surface. The complex looked like an old train station complete with cranes and loading containers. The tracks from the station went into a tunnel, but that tunnel had been bricked up and buried long ago. The only entrance now was within a wooden building on the edge of the site and within this building was a concealed lift and access shaft. This was the doorway a one Selene Beauvoir stood before clad in a tight fitting black jumpsuit. She’d trained years for a mission like this and came years up and ready.

She’d touched down a mile away on a stealthy helicopter and now had to get on with her job. She had tasked herself with recovering a series of top secret files about Cold War bio weapons buried deep within the facility…it was dangerous, but she’d done this before. The files were not just top secret, they would be a highly lucrative asset to trade on the black market of weapons. This she knew all too well…

As she examined the door and found the hidden release panel she activated the lift which was still functional. That was good, it would save a lot of ladders down. She hated climbing. Selene then entered as the doors opened and put in another code to go down. Those two codes had come at the cost of 4 lives and all the knowledge she had about the facility was with her…she put on her night vision headgear as the lift continued down.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

One of the advantages of working for the government that built the Palo Sierra Research Station is having the blueprints available to plan your approach. Nate Tansden was used to dealing with the remnants of America's build up during the Cold War. He'd made a career of cleaning up the messes of that period of paranoia. This location wasn't the first time dealing with the sites and equipment the DoD didn't want to acknowledge they'd built all those years ago. That's also why he kept his team small when he went on these excursions. All he had to do was find the escape tunnel, release the catch, and it was a short, mile-long stroll into the repository to gather up the files that were stored on site. These files detailed all the research that was done in the labs even further underground; labs he was not going to explore. There was no telling what may still be left in there that wasn't properly cleaned up.

For now though, he trudged across the sand dunes, his metal detector sweeping back and forth. Tinted goggles protected his eyes from the harsh sun while he breathed through a bandana wrapped around his mouth. The rest of his body was covered in rugged clothing meant to survive in these elements yet breathe enough for him not to get overheated. Pausing to suck from his Camelbak, he got a chirp from his metal detector. Sweeping in that direction he soon got the reading he was after. Snapping out his folding shovel, it took a few scoops to uncover the buried door frame. Some time in the 75 years since the structure was built the building around the escape hatch must have blown away in a sandstorm and buried this escape hatch. In doing so, it protected it from rust so it swung open easily one the catch was popped.

With a confident smile, Nate pulled his flashlight, clicking it on as he attached it to a rail on his pistol. No one was supposed to know about this place, but he wasn't about to take any chances. "Hatch found, I'm proceeding underground. Expect radio silence from now on," he reported over his radio. Back at camp, his driver and the analysis team reported their copy before he delved underground. As the plans said, the hallway beyond the door seemed to stretch infinitely off into the distance, but there was nothing for him to do but get walking.