Battery Revolutionary Complex, New Haddyn
"Papers comrade" the uniformed guard asked as Ares approached the Battery Revolutionary Complex.
"Certainly" Ares replied, hiding his accent, reaching past his forged documents and slipping his right hand into a concealed set of brass knuckles. With lighting speed he pulled his hand from his jacket, punching the lone guard in the face. Ares grabbed the machine pistol from the guard's unconscious body, quickly moving into the building. There was a single large portrait of Bill Haywood, the first Premier of the CCC following the Second American Revolution that toppled the DSA government, in the complex's lobby. Otherwise it was empty.
Finding an elevator he pressed the up button, unsure of where the files on Largo were located, but sure that if he had to make an escape he would rather be several stories up then trapped underground. The door the elevator opened, revealing a single file clerk. The clerk looked shocked upon seeing Ares, who quickly pointed the machine pistol in his direction. "Scream and you die" he hissed. "Take me to the files of government operatives, without running into anyone else if possible" he added.
The frightened clerk nodded as he readjusted his glasses, motioning for Ares to join him in the elevator. Agent X-77 did so, keeping his gun aimed on the clerk. The clerk pressed the button for the third basement level, to Ares' frustration.
As the elevator's doors slowly opened upon arriving at its subterranean destination he pressed himself up against the wall to avoid being seen from outside, gun still aimed at the clerk. "Remember" he whispered, "not a sound."
The clerk slowly exited the elevator, and Ares peeked out to see if the coast was clear. When he was sure it was he followed, gun aimed at the centre of the clerk's back. The clerk nodded at a single door along a long, dim hallways marked "Personnel Records- Government Deployment."
"Thank you, you've been an immeasurable help" Ares said, before knocking him out with the butt of the machine pistol.
Ares kicked the door in, assuming it was locked, brandishing the pistol. The room seemed empty, with a few dim overhead lights illuminating the dusty filing cabinets. Frantically, yet efficiently, he scanned the designations on the cabinets, until he found one that looked promising. Rooting through the files, he found the one he was looking for. Jefferey Largo. Committee of State and Revolutionary Security. Currently de-activated. Location, Denver, Colorado.
"Oh Colorado, I feel it in the wind" he smirked, quickly returning the file to its proper place. Silently, he made his way out of the complex, weapon hidden in his jacket next to his forged papers. Papers which he'd need to travel more then halfway across the vast socialist republic.
