Military lockdown: Cat & Matt
"The Facility," as it was called by those on the outside, was actually two entirely different areas of the same base. On one side, visible to all and sundry, was the science facility. It was a campus, really, large and vast, and with space rented out to anyone who could afford the steep rent. Individuals and businesses alike rented space in the massive campus, and they were promised military-level security, along with all the amenities a modern lab could require.
And, really, that rental space only existed to downplay the base's real purpose. On the other side of the grounds, immaculately guarded was an altogether different type of building. Carved into the rock, the military base resembled NORAD. As for what went on there? Well, the guesses ranged from alien habitats to, well, nothing at all. Cat knew the place well enough to know that clearance level dictated how much anyone knew at any given time. And Cat, well, her clearance level was fairly high, but being an assassin for the government had its perks. And even still, she had no idea what was happening on half of the base's levels.
But she'd been told when Matt was brought in. She'd been sent to recruit him, and she'd failed terribly. So, here she was, sent to sweet talk the soldier with a metal arm, and perhaps he'd listen more closely if he was behind bars.
Cat went through all the security measures - palm scan, retina scan, voice scan and, finally, a check with the guards posted outside Matt's cell. Once everything was cleared, she walked down the hall that led to Matt's home - whether temporary or permanent? That would be up to him.
She was dressed for work- not the bar, her real job. Her suit was black and sleek, and the holster on her thigh held a beautiful automatic, fully loaded and live. Her utility belt held other toys, including her whip, which was rolled loose at her side. Her hair was loose, and her lips were scarlet, and she followed protocol and remained clear of the bars. The agent, the one that controlled the sedative, was nowhere in sight, and Cat just sighed.
"I warned you," she said, her Russian fluid and just as silky smooth as her English speech."But you never listen, дорогая." She moved back, and she began to set her weapons in a locker provided there, against the wall. "It's been, what...? Months? You've been busy with the woman at the gas station, is it?"