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With John and Mary acting as their guide, Theodore and Lila discussed where to look for the entrance into the hidden hallway. They checked every wall they walked by for anything unusual, but so far, they haven't found anything.
It would make sense; they didn't want someone accidentally find the entrance while going about their time in the complex.
Theodore heard back from Al, like John and Mary said, Alex Industries wasn't keen on letting any information from it slip, there's NDAs for the NDAs, so forth.
All employees went through strenuous checks, even when they were children, and it goes in depth to their time in school to when they get out of bed that morning.
Any offenses deemed by Alex Industries would've been impermissible.
Even the smallest offenses get people scrutinized by the complex and it was legal for them to do this because of the sensitive nature.
Nobody's allowed to talk about anything that goes on in the complex and employees regularly have their rooms checked by the complex for any contraband that they listed extensively.
All forms of communication monitored, an invasion of policy to some, and they couldn't have relationships like Mary and John, it'd be grounds for their termination.
With the government contracts, Alex Industries doesn't overlook any rock, if they think someone's a threat to the security of the complex, they will be terminated and charges filed if necessary.
Why anyone wanted to work for Alex Industries beyond Al, but he suspected there's a least some who went into it for the patriotism.
The benefits were the same as Durham Industries and with that said, heavily restrictive compared to Durham Industries.
"Anyway, I can't find anything. They don't even let a sheet of paper go out without them going through it for hidden messages," Al summed that he can't find anything on the complex.
So secure, that if there's anything sensitive, it's locked up tighter than a prison on Pluto.
"Fine, what about Durham, anything there?" Theodore inquired if the TARDIS found anything on them, since they're liberal in areas, and Al says he did, but anything involving them and Alex Industries doesn't exist, so-to-speak.
If they're involved, any communication between the complexes hushed up from top to bottom.
"Nothing, then?" Theodore wearily asks as he walked with Lila while they followed John and Mary towards the part of the complex they're not allowed through, towards the factory.
Across the factory floor's where the offices are for those who work in the factory side of the complex, John and Mary working the shipping side never went this way and neither anyone from there.
Past that's where they'll find the offices with those tasked with accounting, legal, and keeping the work flow smooth for the complex, beyond's the office for their boss.
Buffer zones in between with their own separate dorms and cafeterias.
The complex likes to keep things easily separable for paperwork reasons.
Nobody goes where they shouldn't, everybody knows the expectations, and nobody causes problems, to sum it up.
The only thing they share's the main area leading outside, that's about it. Nobody talked to each other that weren't in the same section, though, but that's expected.
Hearing how the complex's split up, it only exacerbated their troubles finding the hidden hallways.
Isn't like they're going to find a blueprint...
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