When he entered, he would be expected to stand in a ring that was in the very center of the room. If he did so, the door would shut, restraints would activate, and the lights in the room would go out. "Thank you Mr. Drake. Please wait while we configure the analyzation chamber." Metal pieces on the floor would rise up and assemble, creating a dark isolation pod with scanners that shone lights on him. Red, Green, Blue. A projection screen was showed before him, complete with a progressing scan of Micheal Drake himself. His vitals, age, and most of his file would show up on the screen, moving about. Yet there were other things like "Precursor DNA Match" and the like that didn't make much sense. It was all moving so fast that it didn't really matter.