Arcelie sucked on her teeth as she felt this barrage of information bounce off her skull and skitter uselessly away. However, as she continued to follow her guide through the foyer, past a number of doors that seemed frankly excessive (even considering the agency’s pithy acronym), her eyes caught upon something incongruous.
“What’s that?” She asked, cutting off the woman attending her mid-sentence, pointing at what seemed to be a gaping black abyss embedded in a wall to their left.
“That is Sector Nine,” replied the woman flatly. “Top secret security clearance only. If you’re lucky, you’ll never go there.”