The double doors are unlocked. The warehouse was empty of machinery. A vast expanse where there were no walls, only the factory floor. The interior matches the exterior. The concrete is stained and covered in dust that has settled. The metal columns and catwalks above are rusted and some have separated. None look to be able to support your weight anymore. There are no lights on, the big halogens hanging from the ceiling are either broken or covered in dust and grime.<br/><br/>In the center of the room was a simple folding metal chair. A Elf in a white suit was sitting casually upon it, his legs crossed and his hands resting upon them. Behind him are two Orks. They are large and well built. Smg's are slung across their backs and pistols are on their hips. The Elf waits patiently for everyone to arrive.