497 Motivating The Contestants!

Morning.

Delta Military Base.

In the checkpoint cabin, a guard dozed off while observing monitor screens.

Suddenly, an itching pain crawled through the underside of his skin. His eyes flew open in horror and he found himself stared by a pale-skinned mutant. 

Goten Whiteskins.

The guard was astonished by his presence. He didn't know who he was, but the fact that he entered a closed military cabin spoke volumes. 

Then there was the stare. He felt as if his skin was flayed off.

"You are supposed to supervise such an important military establishment! You have to be constantly on toes against the events that have struck the city!"

Goten Whiteskins crouched in front of him and continued.

"Yet you committed a very grave dereliction of duty! Don't you think you should be punished?"