Age 1991
Okane pushed the two massive doors open as hard as he could as he strolled into his office. He stopped for a moment as a small frown came onto his face.
"I could have sworn I locked this door-"
"Well, Mr. Green." The man called Mr. Snow stated as he strolled in as if he owned the place. He took a seat as his companion, the man dressed up like a Samurai, took a seat next to him. Mr. Snow turned to look back at Okane as he waved a hand. "Take a seat. I assume we have much to talk about?"
"...Yes sir..." Okane muttered.
"Have you made the modifications to your armor?" Mr. Snow asked.
