Ghost had a very determined stare. He always had a cold look about him.
The warehouse was situated between two abandoned flats. Slender houses, but still houses. It was unmistakably Globalists, with its sleek metal and flawless chrome doors too clean and undusty for Zone B. Vanted security, two sentries stood outside the doors wearing their standard black uniforms. The Vanted had a very specific way of dressing; black was fighter soldiers, grey was non-fighter soldiers, and white was medical personnel. Though all Vanted were trained to kill regardless of uniform, black was the best at what they did. They were the ones that were pumped with the most hormones, making their muscles bigger and their stamina incredible. The deadly, genetically-altered watchdogs of Globalists.
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