Chapter 17: OTAC (1)
The guard posts and firing positions looked more Pentagon than palace. Not the best against demons, but then again, that’s what the wall in the distance was for. The only threat worth worrying about here was simply unwanted visitors.
The singular path in was blocked by a simple checkpoint consisting of guards, a bar gate, and an arch off to the side. Kinda looked like one of those walk-through metal detectors at airports, large enough to accommodate even the Minotaurs he'd seen earlier. This had to be the nullification field Fotham mentioned.
Warren stepped out of the vehicle, producing his ID as he spoke with the guards. He beckoned for the rest of them to disembark, then approached the arch.
“Follow as I do.” He walked through it. “You shall feel naught but momentary discomfort, provided one is as they appear to be.”
“And if not?” Cole asked.
“Then one is exposed for what they truly are and eliminated accordingly.”
Cole kept his pace even as he hit the invisible wall. Something shoved his mana back toward his spine, like Magneto was trying to compress his insides. Not painful exactly, but weird as fuck. At least this procedure didn’t involve digging in his ass like with TSA. Not that anyone had ever dug into his ass, of course. Hopefully, with the nullifier as purportedly effective as it was, this realm would never have to face such an assault.
Miles grunted behind him. “Suppose it ain’t as bad as standin’ under one of them Guardians.”
“Microwaves roasting you from the inside out… Shit, imagine if all metal detectors were like that?” Cole shook his head, the pressure easing completely as he walked several feet past the arch. “At least it's quick.”