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Don and Gary continued their steady pace down the corridor, their footsteps echoing softly against the cold, metallic flooring.

The dim amber glow of the recessed wall lights followed their movement, casting long shadows that shifted with each step.

At the end of the seemingly endless hallway, a high-tech tram came into view. The streamlined design of the single cab made it look more like a small capsule than a traditional train.

Its surface was a muted gunmetal gray, polished to a dull sheen, with subtle ridges along the sides giving it a touch of utilitarian elegance.

The doors parted with a soft **hiss**, disappearing seamlessly into the body of the tram.

Inside, the lighting was as subdued as the rest of the facility, casting a warm orange glow over the minimalist interior. Rows of dull gray leather seats lined either side of the cab, their surfaces unadorned and practical, blending into the equally muted metallic walls and ceiling.

Don stepped inside without hesitation, his eyes scanning the interior as he moved to the nearest seat. He settled into the cool leather, leaning back slightly as his gaze continued to take in the facility's understated design.

Every corner, every surface seemed stripped of individuality—functional, but sterile.

Gary followed, patting down his tuxedo as he entered the cab. He took the seat beside Don, moving with poise as though even sitting down was an act of refined discipline. Once seated, he adjusted his cuffs with a flick of his wrist before reaching into the inner pocket of his blazer.

"Here you go, sir," Gary said, producing a white pamphlet and holding it out to Don. "The base catalog. The in-base transportation isn't particularly fast here, so we'll have a few minutes before we reach the hangar. The young madam should still be waiting for us there."

Don accepted the pamphlet with a curt nod, his expression unreadable as he flipped it open. His eyes scanned the contents, his brow lifting slightly as he read through the information.

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**Catalog Entry: The Citadel**

*Classified Supervillain Asset Acquisition File*

**Current Status:** Available for Immediate Transfer

**Purchase Price:** 4.4 Billion Credits (Negotiable - Asset Liquidation Sale)

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**General Overview:**

The Citadel is a covert, fortified underground base located beneath the rugged northwestern expanse near Santos City, hidden by a dense artificial forest and mountainous terrain. Originally constructed by *Victor Krovos, the Gray Warden*, during the Warring Period in the United Provinces, this facility remains a marvel of advanced engineering. While partially outdated, its robust defenses, expandable infrastructure, and unique location offer unmatched strategic advantages for any organization seeking an impenetrable operations hub.

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**Structural Composition:**

**Primary Material:** *Krylistium Alloy*

- A dense, dull-gray composite developed during the United Provinces arms race.

- **Attributes:**

- Nuclear-resistant and impervious to X-rays, seismic scanners, and thermal detection.

- Shock-absorbent, explosion-resistant, and reinforced with adaptive nano-lattices capable of limited self-repair.

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**Power Source:**

**Primary Core:** *Valkorion Quantum Reactor* (Offline - Requires Restoration)

- Near-limitless energy output through interdimensional rift harnessing.

**Backup Generators:** Four *Typhon-Class Fusion Cells* at 40% capacity each (functional, but aged).

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**Main Facilities & Key Areas:**

1. **Command & Control Center**

- Central war-room with encrypted holo-tables (outdated but functional).

2. **Central Laboratory Complex**

- Biotech, chemical, and techno-labs with containment units, drones (offline), and a damaged weapons crafting bay.

3. **Hangar Bay & Hidden Runway**

- Integrated into Mount Grissar's north face, with concealed VTOL launch points and retractable rock-camouflaged doors.

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- Hidden access points including a submerged pond lift, a concealed cave entrance, and a retractable forest floor pathway.

5. **Roman-Style Living Quarters**

- Marble-like stone interiors, transparent ceilings (visible only from inside), and imperial-inspired architecture.

6. **Containment & Interrogation Facility**

- Energy-dampening cells, interrogation chambers, and deployable security drones (inactive).

7. **Medical Bay**

- Equipped for cybernetic surgeries and biological enhancement, though its regeneration tanks are currently offline.

8. **Weapons Development Foundry**

- Specialized for tech crafting with automated fabrication arms (needs full restoration).

9. **Heavy-Duty Vehicle Garage**

- *Description:* A fortified underground garage designed to house and maintain a fleet of tactical and armored vehicles.

- **Current Inventory (Non-operational):**

- Four *Cerberus-Class Armored Transports* (all-terrain, shielded)

- Two *Cyclone-Class Assault Buggies* (high-speed pursuit)

- One *Ares-Class Mobile Command Vehicle* (deployable satellite uplink)

- **Maintenance Facilities:** Equipped with hydraulic lifts, robotic repair arms, and fabrication stations for vehicle upgrades and customization (systems offline but repairable).

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**Defensive & Security Systems:**

1. **Seismic Masking Network**

- Simulates geological activity to hide underground movement.

2. **Anti-Intrusion Measures**

- Cloaking fields, automated turret grids, and advanced surveillance systems.

3. **Environmental Manipulation System**

- Weather disruption system capable of creating artificial storms.

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**Access System: The Veil of Grissar**

**Description:**

The Citadel's entry system is protected by an artificial forest called *The Veil of Grissar*, engineered as both camouflage and a dynamic access control network. Its fully automated system, *Verdant Sentinel Network (VSN)*, manipulates the terrain using hydraulic platforms and electromagnetic tracks. This allows seamless reconfiguration of trees, ground surfaces, and even hidden trapdoors.

**Key Access Points:**

- **Main Tunnel Pathway (North Approach):** Retractable forest path concealing a heavy-duty entrance tunnel with laser tripwires and energy walls.

- **Pond Lift (Submerged):** A hidden platform beneath a seemingly stagnant pond, with drainage and lift mechanisms for vehicle entry.

- **Cave Entrance:** A concealed spiral staircase activated via a hidden scanner embedded in an ancient stone altar.

**Additional Features:**

- **Forest Cloaking Field:** Absorbs thermal, radar, and electromagnetic signatures.

- **Sonic Disruption Field:** Disorients scanners and intruders.

- **Wildlife Simulators:** Deployable robotic wildlife with built-in surveillance equipment.

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**Current Condition:**

While structurally intact, The Citadel's facilities suffer from neglect and incomplete upgrades after its abandonment. Estimated restoration costs are 3.7 billion credits. Despite its aged infrastructure, its indestructible materials, defensive systems, and unparalleled location make The Citadel an ideal command base for aspiring overlords or enigmatic power players.

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**Acquisition Considerations:**

- **Ownership Transfer Status:** Available

- **Documentation Access Level:** Omega-Class Clearance Required

- **Operational Warranty:** None – "As-Is" Purchase Only

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The tram began to decelerate just as Don flipped the last page of the catalog back onto the front cover. The subtle **whirring** of the tram's mechanisms shifted into a softer hum, almost imperceptible, as it prepared to halt.

Don couldn't help but wonder how it moved. There were moments when the incline of the cabin shifted slightly—ascending, then descending again—yet the ride remained impossibly smooth.

He glanced briefly at Gary, who sat beside him, his posture as upright and impeccable as ever, before the tram came to a complete stop with a faint hiss.

Ahead of them, a set of wide doors loomed, their design similar to the entrance doors Don had seen earlier—flat, featureless slabs of heavy-duty alloy.

A resonant beep-beep-beep sounded from somewhere within the tram, followed by the deep **clunk** of internal locks disengaging. The doors slid open, their movement soundless, revealing the cavernous space beyond.

Don stepped out first, his boots **clicking** against the thick metallic floor. His eyes widened slightly, though he quickly masked his reaction, scanning the scene with an air of calm detachment.

The hangar stretched before him like something pulled straight from a sci-fi flick. Its high ceiling seemed to vanish into shadow, supported by beams and latticework that crisscrossed with mathematical style.

The area was vast, lit by an array of recessed lights that bathed the entire space in a cool, sterile glow.

To one side rested a daunting VTOL, its angular frame painted matte black with streaks of gunmetal gray highlighting its aerodynamic design. Its folding wings tucked tightly against the body, and its rear thrusters angled downward in an idle standby position.

Further down, a broader, more imposing aircraft stood idle. It looked like a hybrid between a heavy-duty transport plane and a command center, with thick plating along its sides and what appeared to be retractable turrets mounted near its rear.

Next to it, a smaller aircraft—an assault helicopter with dual-bladed rotors—seemed almost modest in comparison.

Amidst this organized chaos, the minions moved with methodical urgency. Some wore the familiar all-black attire, carrying standard-issue crates and stacking them efficiently.

Others, wearing hazmat suits, transported sterile-looking containers from an open container. A faint mist seeped from the edges of the boxes, curling into the air.

'Straight out of sci-fi,' Don thought, resisting the urge to crane his neck and gape like a wide-eyed kid. He forced himself to maintain a neutral expression, scanning the hangar once before letting his gaze settle.

In front of the VTOL, two figures stood out amidst the activity.

Trixie sat on the edge of a stack of crates, her legs swinging idly as she surveyed the scene below with her usual mischievous smirk. She wore tight leather shorts that gleamed faintly under the hangar's lights, paired with a form-fitting vest that left little to the imagination.

Elle, on the other hand, stood at ground level, arms crossed as she directed the flow of activity around her. Her black boots, dark pantyhose, leather shorts, and turtleneck ensemble gave her an almost commanding presence.

The monochrome palette suited her, reinforcing the nickname "Lady Noir" in a way that felt almost too on-the-nose.

As Don and Gary stepped further into the hangar, Elle turned toward them, her gaze locking onto Don's.

For a brief moment, her amber eyes held his, but just as quickly, she looked away, lowering her head slightly. A soft flush crept across her cheeks.

From her spot, Trixie noticed the exchange and let out a soft chuckle. She turned her gaze toward Don and Gary, her grin widening.

"Finally!" Trixie called out. "There you are."

At her words, every minion in the hangar paused, snapping to attention with near-military precision. In unison, they saluted and yelled, "Suuuuu!" before resuming their work.

Don raised a hand in a casual wave, the motion almost lazy, before continuing forward with Gary beside him.

As Don approached the aircraft where Elle and Trixie stood, his focus shifted to Elle. She had turned away slightly, her body tense as if caught between retreating and staying rooted in place.

Don smiled faintly, his steps quickening as he closed the distance.

Without a word, he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a firm, familiar hug.

"You," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "are you pretending you didn't see me?"

Elle froze the moment she felt his arms around her. Her breath hitched, and her entire body went stiff, like a deer caught in headlights. Don leaned in slightly, his voice brushing against her ear.

Her face turned an even deeper crimson, her cheeks glowing as she stammered out a response. "O-oh no… I wasn't… uhm…" She swallowed hard, her voice cracking slightly as she added, "Hi… Don. Uhm, I was just… uhm, happy to see you."

Her soft, halting words sent a wave of warmth through Don. Her sincerity was disarming, and for a moment, he felt the corners of his usually guarded heart soften. But just as quickly, the warmth gave way to a nagging unease.

'What happens if she changes into something I can't predict?'

The thought lingered like a shadow, but Don quickly shoved it aside. For now, he simply tightened his hold on her briefly, grounding himself in the present moment.