Workers paced from nose to tail. Kept inside a tall and large hangar with reinforced walls and roof, TU-03 stood menacingly. Opened with a clang, the metallic gates to the Airfield parted slowly. Staxius and his supposed twin fought all the way from the mansion.
"Good afternoon, boss," said a guard on the left side of the car. Opened, white hair swayed out of the window, "-greetings," turned with a smile, she laid on the door seductively. Winks and a few lick of the lips – the guard could but cough and stare. The main attraction was her breast which seemed to want to escape the jacket.
"Stop teasing them," said Staxius as the car parked shy of the entrance.
