A soft chime from the wristband hummed in the air as a holographic display flashed above it: Transport ready. Proceed.
Leon's stomach churned as the door he entered through sealed behind him.
He bent down, snatched the black book he had unintentionally dropped from the floor, and clutched it to his chest like a shield before stepping forward.
Another door slid open as he approached, showing him the outside view. There, two figures waited, clad in the same black bodysuit as him, but theirs had a sharp, silver insignia stitched over the left shoulder.
They wore full helmets with mirrored visors that reflected the dying light and Leon's own face back at him when he looked at them.
"Follow me," one of them said and gestured at Leon.
Leon took a steadying breath and stepped out of the airlock. A faint metallic tang flew across Leon's face as he followed them and descended a ramp that had carvings all over.
