Created | Updated Jan 27, 2003
MJ XII MILITARY SURVAILENCE/CONTROL CENTER
The door chimes and slides open, revealing a darkened room, lit only by the countless computer screens. An officer notices you, and pulls off a quick salute, and goes back to watching over the soldiers stationed at each terminal, coordinating military strikes, security inside the city, and spy cameras all over the world. The air is filled with the low-pitched hum of electronics, and the clatter of typing.
MJ XII MILITARY CONTROL LOGINS/PASSWORDS
Behind you, the door closes with a hum.