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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 10:01:42 GMT -8
Products/Services: Design of custom secure facilities and bases, security consultations. We will also design custom weapons on a commission basis.
Brief Business Blurb: Whether you need to keep out the assembled hordes of the Yuuzhan Vong or keep some high security inmates in, FF can design a secure facility to meet your needs. We also provide consultation on a variety of concerns and issues related to security and defense.
Building Description: A squat, concrete building, one story in height on the surface. Looks more like a bunker than anything. This is only the top floor, however. It houses the sales display, some general businessy stuff that one would expect in the public portion of a corporate headquarters, and generally nothing that anyone would miss if it were to be blown to bits.
Offices, conference rooms, and the like are held in the three subterranean floors, with a firing range located in the subbasement. The range is designed to take anything the contractors might want to throw at it after a long, frustrating day.
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Post by Annigridt on Jun 21, 2014 19:04:39 GMT -8
Pushing in on the front doors and you can just tell by the feel of it. It's new. No scuffing. No scratches. Freshly polished. New. I step inside and am treated to the same spectacle everywhere I look. New, new, new. Even the carpet feels fresh underneath my boots. Don't know how else to explain it. It has a crunch. Immediately I feel somewhat self conscious, dressed in full gear as though expecting to use the grip cables to zip and roll about. Stupid more suitably describes it. Yup, stupid. No matter, I swallow that down knowing that these kind of employers don't hire the meek or feeble. No time for self conscious types when potentially blowing up the bad guys. No time for anyone. I get antsy, feeling as though I've stood in one spot for too long even though it's only been a few seconds here. Gotta move. Should move. Would look stupid otherwise. Where is the front desk again? I scan around a moment, looking around for anything that might give an indication as to what type of operation this actually was.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 11:56:09 GMT -8
The "secretary" was a human male in his mid thirties, and had the look of a career NCO about him. His immaculately pressed suit bore no insignia, but it didn't take much to imagine Staff Sergeant stripes on his collar or sleeves. He didn't bat an eye at the woman or her tac gear. Any other day, he'd be downstairs in his own rig, but today he was on CQ duty.
From the looks of her, he figured she was either a new hire or here for an interview. Tall, fit, with the air of quiet competence that suggested she was a professional. A quick glance told him that she wasn't loaded for bear, but was sufficiently prepared for anything that she might run into on Dressel.
"Hello, and welcome to Foyle's Flustercucks," he said as he stood and offered his hand. He was several inches shorter than the woman, but was built like a bunker. "The name's Tim Saker, or Tiny Tim, if you'd prefer. What can I do for you today?"
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