Safehouse 17
The Portal emerged into an underground operations room. The walls were lined with screens with scrolling a variety of information, surveillance footage, maps, threat monitors, and the like. There were a number of desks adorned with computers, about half a dozen people sat scattered about the room hunched over their screens. A native american man in his late 20's sat at a desk at the front of the room towards the wall screens, staring directly at them. The man had a buzz cut, a thin but muscular build, and blue eyes. He was slightly below average height and wore jeans, a pair of combat boots, and a plain white t-shirt. The man looked up as the Portal appeared, nodding towards Ethan before turning back to the screens.
Ethan smiled at Dane as they stepped through. "Feeling alright? First time teleporting's little problematic for some people. This is our base of operations, safehouse 17. This is where we monitor situations, analyze data, and run ops. We also have an armory, an infirmary, a multi-purpose laboratory, and barracks for when operatives don't have time to go home."