*An armored figure slowly walks in the middle of a hallway with his boots Taping the steel floor. *Tap* *Tap* Tap*
*Everytime he took a breath, it was slow deep intake, and as quickly as he took a breath it was vented out*
The figure walked up to a single doorway with two guards standing side by side. One of the Guards held out his hand to the armored figure, the figure relinquished his rifle without a word being spoken. The stranger was quickly searched by the guards, he was clean. One of the guards looked at the figure and nodded. The figure walked into the room with only a chair to be visible in the center of the room, everything else seemed to darkened out because there was only one light running and it was only shining on the chair. The figure quietly walked over and took a seat. He sat there, waiting, and staring to the blackness. Waiting for something to happen.