Illuminati Antarctic Base (Bayman's office)

DESCRIPTION: A rather large office is where Bayman spent most of his time when he wasn't doing field work, experiments on prisoners, or under direct orders. The oval shaped library above his work location is where he keeps the files he's been given. These range from experimental weapons, new projects, agent profiles, and much else. Due to his paranoid nature, he has several soldiers outside of his office as well as camera's aiming in all directions in a attempt to ensure that nothing can get the drop on him, human or otherwise. Inside the small oval is a solid carbon blast door he designed himself. Should the base be attacked and his office being assaulted, he would put in a code to activate a large flame inside the confounds of the library in his office and destroy all evidence as well as wipe the computers clean; giving no lead as to who or what had ever occurred. As well as the computers in his office and the archives above him, there is a massive reenforced door to ensure a prolonged entry (5 posts) and a small safe holding a few claymore mines, smoke grenades laced with silver powder (toxic to vampires), a gas mask, and some other equipment to set up as traps. Under the center of his desk, there is a hidden passageway leading out into the hallways for escape. His computer has a connection so some of the security devices in the base (recon robots, assault drones, etc.).

Bayman had been doing what he always does while on stand by: monitor the base and think of how to make the facility more secure then it already was. He was on his terminal when one of the men had sent him a message. A message he never expected for some time had suddenly arrived. In the last 24 hours, they had captured Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing. Integra Hellsing! One of the enemy leaders! All of a sudden, he had a flashback. He couldn't understand why it came to him now of all times... The time in the soviet spetsnaz. It was a cold winter, colder then most. He had been sent alone to infiltrate a enemy facility... and he followed his orders to the letter. Bayman ran forward in his memories, slashing a soldiers throat with a combat knife and in one swift motion, breaking another ones neck before throwing his knife; impaling a third one through the right eye. The sound of a guns hammer being pulled backwards echoed in his head and the final moment before coming back to reality, was moving the last man's arm that was holding the firearm and shoving it under the jaw of the target and swiftly pulling the trigger. The gunshot echo made him open his eyes. Back in reality now... Bayman moved to the secure line (not that every phone wasn't secure) and called his superior, Arcturus to inform him of the recent prisoner and for current orders on how to handle her. Interrogation? Execution? Let the bitch rot in the cell? And his person favorite... Torture. Well, the later one he would probably end up doing regardless... as long as it didn't put his life at risk. Being yelled at. Had worse. Being beaten. Had worse. Having limbs broken. Still had worse... Not much that someone could do to him that hasn't already been done already.

It wasn't even five minutes when Bayman entered his office that he got his orders. His eyes shifted to his computer which indicated that he had a new message. He sat in his chair and watched the video carefully. Finally, some new orders. He smirked slightly and turned off the computer. Bayman carefully rigged the room in the event anything would happen. Should he die, the blast doors to the archives in his office would close and everything would be burned without leaving any hopes of evidence. The cold soldier walked out of his office and towards the docking back of the facility.

-----> Exit to docks