The Source

The Base

I shook off the thought and followed after her, picking up my pace as she was faster than me, must be those long legs... I mentally slapped myself; 'Get a grip on your hormones Kyle!'
She (I still didn't know her name) led me into the largest shack in the area, built of bricks unlike the others. As I walked through the wonky doorway I was immediately hit with 2 things, the overwhelming stench of damp and a very low-hanging lamp situated above the doorway, which gave me the impression the female clearly couldn't care less about me as she failed to point it out, let alone give an explanation as to where we were going. The shack had only one room and apparently the rebels weren't very keen on decorating, as it looked like it had not been lived in for millennia, except for one mouldy chair which I'm guessing had a cushion at some point, now just dust bunnies and springs.
As I continued to follow the mystery females instructions she led me down a flight of worn down stairs into the mouth of a very, very, very long hallway. I sighed as we set off. In silence, may I add, she hadn't said a word to me since our first encounter. Why was I following this female again? Oh cos she said so and I had no other options? Of course. I sighed again (I've got to stop doing that) and tried to break the ice with, 'so who are you?' 
'All you need to focus on now is keeping up.', was all she said, clearly not one for small talk.
Nevertheless, I tried again,'where are we going?'
'As I said, just keep up' she replied, with a tinge of annoyance. I shut up. Guess she'd been told to do this against her will.
I let my mind wander as to what the base would be like, would it be high tech like all those ones you see in spy movies, or plain and simple with all the equipment they need, or even just a small room for planning their next move.
After 20 doboshes we finally made it to... a door? It looked like one of those metal-print activated sliding doors. I was not disappointed, the mystery female walked up to the touch pad beside it, placed her hand on the pad and held it there for a few ticks until the pad went green and the door slid upwards. Immediately a blinding light flew out of the room into the dark corridor and I had to squeeze my eyes shut. As my eyes adjusted I saw what was through the doorway, and my core stopped. It was everything I'd imagined. The room, the size of The Gate itself and the colour of white-hot flame, was filled with all the high-tech gadget stuff any rebellion force could ask for. Irons in lab coats worked away at building, fixing, planning, drawing blueprints and typing on the huge control panel that swept around the entire perimeter of the room. The walls were lined with guns of all manner of shapes and sizes; revolvers, rifles, shotguns, machine guns, snipers... you name it, they've got it.