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Sticking to the matter at hand, I acted in awe saying, "40 years... that's quite a long time. Its perfectly understandable for Reznor to not release any of this information. If the world knew about me, they'd nearly lose their minds. Turn to their gods asking, 'Why does he exist?'... sorry, I'm babbling. We should probably look for this mutt of yours."
We make a left down into an ironically quiet hallway as this was where the training simulations were placed. People often used these when they were bored, but I'm glad to see them interacting among each other instead of a screen. Reaching the end door, I scan my I.D. on the door, it requiring the authentication of Sergeant Level or higher. The door clicks and let's out a bit of pressurized air before slowing moving opened.
Leading outside, the air was brittle and dry, stinging the eyes of any human that wasn't either in a HUM-V or wearing protection. The wind was wild as the area was nearing the end of a sandstorm. The sand being kicked up by the powerful blowing as I stepped outside, the rush hitting me and slightly depriving me of hearing due to the sound of the white noise.