The Vault was an imposing structure, from the inside. Externally, it looked like an unassuming little building, a facade that masked a door like a bank vault and with as impenetrable a lock.

Inside, it was...considerably more impressive.

Everything about the warren of architecture spoke of thick beams and the weight of the earth. This was meant to be an impenetrable fortress, the headquarters of the so-called 'Strike Team.'

Motoko had left the door ajar, but waited silently in the artificially lit antechamber. It was time for them to meet.

John could have been at the party, but he wasn't. It wasn't because of sour grapes either. He simply had important business to take care of. Business for the Major, and John had done exactly as she had requested, and then some. It had been easy for him to find what she'd requested as he'd already stolen half of it on his first visit to the armory. Of course it was much easier this time as he had the proper access. He'd even managed to dig up a Seburo C-25A submachine gun, and one of the cMN-23 assault rifles for her. Keeping the submachine gun supplied with ammo might be a problem due to the odd round, but it couldn't hurt to impress her a little. It did take him a few days however to move the hardware quietly to the city, but he didn't mind. By not using the armory computer, and moving it himself it was far easier to make them simply vanish.

Once he'd finished securing everything he contacted the Major so she could come inspect some of it. Hopefully she'd approve of his efforts, and the new location. It was some kind of large fallout shelter with one hell of a blast door, and enough room to shelter plenty of the crew should any disaster strike. There wasn't any alternate exits that he had found yet, but they could certainly make one if they had to. Exploration of the place turned up that it was called a Vault, and had been built in some universe's America around 2070. It would take a bit of work to clean out, and make completely ready for the team, but it would be well worth the effort. They simply couldn't have asked for a better base of operations.