The UTV entered an underground driveway of the Training House accessible only by passing two sets of check-points manned by four burly security guards. The guards didn’t ask for any sort of identification, obviously aware of who the occupants of the vehicle were, but still Gabriella shrunk away from being seen. With a simple nod, they moved aside and raised the gate to let them pass.
Winding through the underground, concrete structure, the tunnel eventually opened up to a large parking lot that housed various styles and types of top-quality, high-scale vehicles ranging from military grade to the basic truck and sedan.
Maree pulled the UTV up to another security barricade, though this one only had a thin yellow metal bar keeping her from progressing. Without turning the vehi
