The door unlocked. Sebastian slipped inside and pulled it shut behind him, plunging himself into the dark dusty confines of a ventilation shaft.
The heavy thumping of the orchestral music was instantly muffled. The smell of expensive perfume was replaced by the comforting scent of rust and stale air.
Sebastian didn't waste a second!
He unclasped the heavy grey and blue chest plate of his Vanguard armor.
CLATTER.
He dropped it onto the metal grating. He stripped off the bulky shoulder pads, the restrictive greaves, and the standard-issue combat boots. He tossed the kinetic rifle onto the pile of discarded gear.
He opened his bottomless inventory.
"Manifest," he commanded softly.
The air shimmered. He pulled out the sleek featureless tactical suit he had stolen from the surplus depot. He pulled it on. The polymer immediately compressed against his skin, locking in his body heat and completely erasing his physical profile. He felt impossibly light.
