*Brody*
As soon as I entered the operating room, all eyes turned towards the entrance. Several pairs of eyes watched me enter with a confused expression, probably informed of my resignation with immediate effect or desertion as it should be appropriately called. I felt a piercing cold coming from my right, and I didn't have to turn my head to know who was almost killing me with his gaze. I closed the door, and the locks clicked, resuming the work of computers paused and turned off while the door was open - safeguard against unauthorized intrusion, all discussed data is hidden from prying eyes.
The operating room is shaped like a pentagon, and each wall is made of reinforced concrete rods filled with cement. The room is the size of at least three of my offices, which gives it at least 80
