The convoy of vehicles glided to a stop before what could only be described as a fortress disguised as a mansion. Thunder and Viper pressed against the tinted windows, their eyes widening at the sight. Unlike the decaying structures that dominated Area 52's landscape, Raxus's establishment stood as an evidence to power and influence.
Towering walls of reinforced metal rose at least four stories high, their surface treated with some kind of material that seemed to absorb the harsh glare of the wasteland's perpetual haze.
Strategic placement of energy shields created a subtle shimmer in the air – beautiful but deadly. Guard towers were positioned at each corner, staffed by figures in advanced combat gear that made standard Enforcer equipment look like children's toys.
"Holy shit," Thunder breathed, his professional composure cracking for a moment. "This isn't a house, it's a goddamn fortress."
