Steven seeing all the strange rubber bondige gear and creepy instructions for all steven knows some crazed rubber dominatrix calling the place home he comes to the decision to run out the room by the crack in the door and see if he can get out, naked and afraid if need be. As he made his way though the crack in door an rubber-clad arm stick out to block him.
He looks over to the side of the hallway wall to see a large person, male if the large bugling padlock is any indication of gender. It was wearing a much bigger and more alien looking gas mask with red lens. The mask was linked up to two gas canisters on his back. It opens the door with little effort and enters the room.
Steven hear a click and the door closes and opens again, sliding to the side with what looks to be a big bar code. the rubber clad man with the number 215 shining on its mirror-polished chest. Standing around 6’8 walked closer to Steven, each step of his boots thudding against the floor and the skin-tight rubber rubbing against its well-toned, muscular body.
It towered over the young male as a low monotone voice distorted by the mask itself.
“1915 is awake, 215 sees that standard training may not be enough if 1915 can puts on the standard work boots, radio and work shorts, its alternative training can begin”
Steven sweating in fear of the large man feels like he was more being order or told to put on the gear than asked too