The Family Business, Part IV

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"Well you might as well face it John, you ARE a poor sod. You've got
no job, no money, no friends, and you won't even have this shitty
apartment for very long the way you're headed...what's there to
lose??"
Unable to come up with a good answer, John Smith strode out the door,
flagged down a cab, and headed to his new destination.
</snip>
Who: John Smith
When: Right after we last saw him
Where: Earth, 2104, The Warehouse District
The cab barrelled along at an assuredly unsafe speed for about twenty
minutes until they reached a massive stone brick-shaped building.
Stepping out onto the sidewalk leading up to the building, Smith
noticed a weather-beaten brass plate upon which were engraved the
words "Superior Defence Laboratories" in a blocky gothic font.
When he reached the comparatively tiny door set into the gigantic
stone structure, Smith paused. This was the moment of truth. No
turning back now, no way back once he crossed the threshold. Here we
go, he thought to himself, and reached forward to ring the bell...
And found that there was no bell.
Feeling a bit put off, his big climactic psych-up wasted on petty lack
of foresight, Smith searched for a knocker or a bell-pull. There
wasn't even a doorknob, so how the smeg was anybody supposed to get
in, Smith wondered, annoyed.
Feeling cheated and put-upon, Smith furiously swung his fist towards
the door, as if somehow he would develop superpowers on the spot and
vanquish the metallic adverary before him in a shower of explosive
cool-ness.
A split second before the bones of his soon-to-be-shattered fist
smacked the hard door, a tiny metallic spike popped out. Punching
through his skin, the spike extracted a quantity of DNA-rich blood and
contracted back into the door.
Seconds later the door swung open, and Smith (cursing and shouting
about his punctured left hand) stepped inside.
Row upon row of incandescant lights activated as rusting generators
that sounded like they hadn't been used in decades fired up
underground.
The lights revealed immense machines stretching out as far as the eye could see.
However none of these marvels prepared the unfortunate entity known as
John Smith for what happened next.
A holographic version of HIMSELF materialized directly in front of him.
"Heya mate. Long time no see!"
<OOC:TO BE CONTINUED!!!>