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Eventually, they get to one of the large atriums, which close off abruptly with scaffolding and a bright orange tarp. The security lizard beckons your group through the tarp and the scenery abruptly changes, the walls become unfinished and raw, separated into their large composing monolithic blocks of the specialized concrete that the MISE uses.
A decommissioned drone sits on one of the far ends of the atrium, its large monolithic hull stretched naked from most of its panelling and its interior gutted for parts, phenomenally large for the widespread usage they present. A few lizard people are inspecting the object, however they don't pay much attention to you.
From one of the holes in the towering walls comes two hulking body guards, they beckon you to follow them through the gap they once came, and down a series of semi-constructed hallways, you eventually find yourselves in a relatively small room with a few tables set up. An aged Musavian greets you kindly:
"Ah yes the visitors. Excuse all the security, if I knew we'd have people coming, I'd have organized the place better, yes? Please, take a seat."
He motions your group to sit on an old couch on the corner, and he himself takes seat on an armchair nearby.
"As you can see I have a bit of an operation going on here. Now now, enough about me, you said you were looking for a deal, yes?"