An Arm's Reach

[Spectre]

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Juneau Shipyard, Alaska System.
August 29th, 824 A.S.
23:47 Hours Manhattan Time



Juneau was fairly quiet as it usually was, though the presence of a few warship surrounding the area were telling of what code might've been called. A Guardian flew in through the gate, quickly making it's way to the station proper and setting down in one of the hangar bays. The pilot jumped out, the tag 'Tapp' on her suit emblazoned in white letters, taking a slight jog down the hall towards the Fifth Fleet's R&D section of the station.

She'd arrive near the entrance, handing over her sidearm and walking in, curious as to the main hall.

A few soldiers and personnel walked about, chatting and working. One office near the front was clearly sealed off, the bright red 'DND' sign above the door visible. She approached the door, knocking a few times and waiting.

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