"Hey, come through this way," Devon waved from the single black door to the back of the longest building I have ever seen.
I frowned as I looked down the seemingly never-ending wall of glass. Why is a security centre entirely made from glass? Is this a Mission Impossible headquarters? It's one-sided mirror glass, but I can't get over the lack of stability. Is it at least bulletproof?
Devon smirked as he watched me look around while walking over to him. I patted him on the chest and jerked my thumb down the back of the building.
"Can a bazooka get into this place?" I asked sarcastically.
"No."
"Good," I smiled, skipping past him as he moved aside for us.
Ah, this place is bright and roomy.
We stepped into what appeared to be an ample open space with benches and chairs built into the floor, made from the clearest plastic.
"That isn't real plastic, is it?" I frowned.
