Combi's Lab (Combi's Quarters) (Underground Level/ Must Ask For Permission To Enter)

Combi's quarters was conveniently placed over the only escape tunnel that lead to his escape vehicle. He also had the safe from his Cache that held all the funds, placed into his quarters. His room was surrounded by walls that were 10 inches thick with reinforced steel, while his door was made of a 15 inch, one way mirror, pitch black tinted, bullet proof glass that can be accessed by a remote key he keeps on him at all times. This would soon be completely paid off once his payment came back from Yucatan. Inside the room was uncharacteristically fancy of Combi, but with money to burn, why not live like a Drug Lord?
Inside, he has 11 expensive, high definition TV's that can display images that can imitate a outside window. Say Combi wanted to feel like he was in a skyscraper in NY, he can put the images on his TV screens and they will play audio and video and make it feel like he's actually there. Behind the middle/left TV screen, hidden, is the final escape tunnel. A 50% Gold and 50% Silver chandelier hangs high in his room, complimenting the piano and white furniture. His small bed in placed near the table in the middle where he keeps his laptop to view shipments, financial transactions, recruitments, and the security cameras.

With his laptop set up, he watched as the cameras he installed gave him a nice view over everything happening inside and outside the Lab. He constantly switched tabs, reviewing his profits soar and his recruitment rising as well. Every day, an influx of money,product, equipment and man-power was coming into the Underground Cartel. He was able to put more mules out into the street and tighter security around his area of operation. Everything within a five mile radius of his lab was solely under his control. Hundreds of highly armed men, willing to die for a bountiful payment, were at his disposal. One fourth of his forces worshiped him as a Demon, with mystical drug powers, and would martyr themselves in his name. Money was constantly being poured into his empire.
      As he was in his quarters, ordering four Anti Air machine gun nests to be put in the surrounding buildings a quarter of a mile radius near the lab, he received a notification that his shipment of money came in from the contract with the interesting fellow he had previously met. This money was more than enough for the AA's, the Armor piercing incendiary rounds, and its crew. He was a little upset that his men still haven't arrived. He went back onto his laptop, and sent instructions for his contractors to install Hydrofluoric Acid sprinklers in every room on the Upper and lower floors that can be turned off and on by Combi's Laptop, following that, they should also have 6 seemingly innocent vents on the roof that emit thick, sticky, LSD laced gas that shoots 6 feet into the air to ward off any roof invaders. Cameras and powerful thousand dollar search lights were also ordered to be placed within a quarter mile radius of the Lab's entrance. Cameras on rooftops facing the lab, so Combi can know what's going on outside. The search lights would be used to spot alien aircraft or vehicles. Motion sensors were placed in the tunnels, and security systems were placed on the tunnel doors just in case they were somehow blown up and used to invade the lab. LSD Laced poison gas pipes were put in the tunnels just in case this event were to happen, if the poison was not taken in by the mouth or nostrils, it would easily slip into their skin and finally their blood stream, causing heavy hallucinations and finally passing out or permanently going mad. There were also expensive, high definition, extremely thick bassed Stereos placed in every room so that everyone can hear Combi's announcements and or music. The highest settings of his speakers, controlled by his laptop are very deadly, ear piercing, ground shaking, and sound deafening. He can choose specific stereos or specific rooms of steroes or even the entire building to activate the deadly settings on his speakers. Every wall and ceiling in the building (Upperfloor and Underground) had speakers inside of them, and many of them. If Combi spoke, it sounded like he was talking right next to your right shoulder, right above you, behind you, to whispering to your left shoulder, it was crisp and amazing quality. Each speaker was the size of a small toy ball (OOC: Speaker Spheres Aesthetics https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNuo52B1scM ) , there were hundreds plastered into the walls and ceilings. One speaker was loud, but hundreds of them covering almost every inch of the walls and ceilings in every building and room made the noise extremely powerful, Combi's quarters of course are completely sound proof, it is the only sound proof room in the base. The electricity and wires connected to all the speakers run deep into the walls, and in the dirt that surround the underground, all leading to a wire box inside of Combi's Quarters, much like all the electricity that is in the underground.
     He had finished ordering all that he could, laying in bed, he was thinking about anything he might have left out. He sat in his quarters, thinking on how he can squander his millions.

-------> The Trade Off

Walking down the hall to Combi's room that made it look as if the owner of Midas Corp had dropped his wallet within said space, Lenka was somewhat frustrated that there was now a code on the Armory, and he left his catnip joints in there, along with his hair ties. Yep, He was not in the greatest of moods, but getting the code could fix that. Turning to the door, he dropped his gloved fist upon the surface once.

"Ai! Sir. Could I get ze code to ze armory? That fancy door you put in has me separated from my stuff."

Combi saw Lenka through his One-Sided Mirror, 3 inch, bullet proof door. He could see Lenka, Lenka saw a mirror, there was no handle on Lenka's side of the door, Combi had the activation switch in his pocket. Without leaving his bed, and keeping his eyes on his laptop, Combi fumbled into his pocket for the switch and allowed his Sub-Lieutenant in. "Here are the codes for the high tech doors on the Armory and Cache" Combi threw a small piece of paper at Lenka, with specific numbers on it. "Memorize it, then eat the paper." He ordered seriously. He didn't want there to be a chance that anyone other than his trusted members and Cultists to obtain the codes. "Where the fuck is your squad?" He added.

Lenka caught the paper containing the codes, wondering what it would taste like, and not particularly liking the idea, but whatever. Responding to Combi's question, he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously.

"Ah, I might have kept at training them for a bit too long... They're all passed out in their bunks."

Combi was relieved that his Sub-Lieutenant hadn't gotten his squad killed already. "What do you know about Anti-Air Guns?" Combi asked Lenka "On the news i saw a Al-Qaeda Suicide plane attack in the U.K., and it has been a little concerned about our Air defenses" Combi rubbed his jaw with the frame of his M9 pistol that he was toying with in his right hand. "I'm spending a couple million on AA weapons, but i need them big enough to take down a military chopper but small enough to hide inside abandoned buildings in a quarter mile radius of our lab." Lenka's usefulness to the Cartel was now being tested by Combi's question. Combi stared into Lenka's direction through his skull mask, which he seemed never to take off, and waited for a response.

Lenka closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "During my time in France, I saw quite a few Crotale's up on rooftops, They're small and easy to hide, and you could put them on a mechanism to make them recede into the roof if you wanted. They're All-Weather Surface-To-Air Missiles.  VT-1 missile has a speed of Mach 3.5, a range of 11 km, and a 13 kg warhead." Ah, Yes. The same fucking turrets with eighteen missiles. The damn things were about the only thing in France he ever could worry about.

"And in what price range are we looking at?" Combi tried to pull the numbers in his head, wondering if he can afford all 4, to protect North, West, South, and East. "Can they also be remote controlled? Say from a laptop?" His index finger pointed at the machine in front of him. Combi needed an efficient AA Defense if he was to fend off any aerial attack efficiently, and with the massive influx of money the Cartel was raking in from the Mysterious Org. Contract, why not go all out. Combi hastily added "What ammunition types are there?"

"M134s on light trucks, that sounds waaaay cheaper than rockets and cannot be dodged by flares. Plus we can have ten of them patrolling the area. I'd also feel comfortable with a good amount of RPG teams surrounding the area in a quarter mile radius. I'm also going to buy some very very bright search lights to place on some of the roofs to shine on the targets." Combi giddily clapped his hands together, a small cloud of Coke flew at Lenka's face. "Armor piercing tracers" He whispered to himself as he was ordering the weapons and ammunition online. "Done and Done, thank you Lenka, i'll call you back when i'm in a position to give out some missions to you and your squad." Combi proceeded to do the math in his head, figuring out when the next shipment of cash was coming in from Yucatan after placing an order for RPGs to be added in his arsenal. His territory had not increased in the past weeks but his control over it became tighter and tighter, the militarized areas became more condensed, the local police departments were getting their pay, and the locals were starting to get used to the new regime. It was better having the former Beltran Leyva cartel, who constantly harassed the locals.

Lenka ignored the coke, as it deflected harmlessly off his mask, nodded, gave a salute, then turned around to go and catch some rest in the Barracks.

---------> Combi's Lab (Underground Level) (Barracks)

Combi's paranoia was eating away at whatever sanity he still owned, the Meth and Coke wasn't helping either. He ordered in one of his most faithful cultist priests through radio "You've been summoned for a very important duty, join me in my quarters" Combi violently tapped on his furniture impatiently since it took the Priest more than thirty seconds to arrive at Combi's bullet proof glass door. The door swooshed open on Combi's command, and the Priest humbly made his way in "Your Greatness, how may i serve you" the priest slightly twitched, as he himself was extremely high on the influence of almost every category of substance being produced in the lab. The Via-gene was kind to the priest's body, almost as kind as it was to Combi's. "Your body type matches that of my own, your blood is poisoned and infested with the via-gene like my own, your height is a little less than mine but your weight is almost exact" Combi added with a smirk "You're the perfect double"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Elapse~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With hours of work, a mohawk, similar clothing, make up and layers upon layers of cocaine, Combi's double was almost perfect. The attitude needed work, but nothing a large brick of coke couldn't fix. No one knew of the double except the Cultists, and he was given strict orders not to tell anyone else. Combi remained in his quarters as his double roamed his lab and gave morale to his troops and mules. Not even his Sub-Lieutenant knew of the double. The Double had a clear earpiece in his right ear just in case Combi needed to instruct him on what orders to give without Combi needing to leave the safety of his quarters.

Combi was contacted by his mules in the city that a new recruit was on their way to the Base. Combi didn't want his double being killed if this recruit was an assassin, so he sent his Sub-Lieutenant. He radioed Lenka from his office "There is a supposed Wolfman recruit on route, meet him in the front of the base, make sure he isn't a spy or an assassin. I'm giving you the choice to decide his place in the Cartel, his rank and position" With that, Combi sat on his fat ass, religiously viewing the security cameras and income fluxes on his laptop.