Great grandpa started a security firm for banks and shit back in the day grandpa made friends during the war, next thing you know the entire family business is installing lasers and security cameras ans trapdoors and God knows what else in all these secret military sites or oil cleanup things that are secretly military sites. I had 2 uncles, Snarling Frog, the oldest and Boastful Boar being the youngest, my dad was a middle child. Anyways, they each got on different sides of the curtain, one had a gig with the cia, another was working with the soviets, same guy kidnaps the both of em 9 years apart and has them work on his fake oil rig. My dad went to go find em and ended out in this real mixed up outfit Zamzibar Land, child soldiers and shit, he went real Nic Cage in that War Lord movie. Me? I try to keep my nose a bit more clean than those guys, little less nose candy for this guy, ain’t the 80s no more. I get this real simple gig setting things up nice at this weapons disposal whatever in buttfuck Alaska. This place was so far from OSHA compliant I could not believe it was government. The elevators had an 800 lb weight limit, I’m sure that’s not accessibility compliant let alone practical and ladders going up 2-3 stories with no fall cages, bad show, really anyone trying to get in would probably just hurt themselves on that slippery ass helipad out front. I guess maybe they can use it in the summer? Anyways, I put all them cameras and traps in or I know the guy who did so ask me anything.