Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 586: Event Day 1 (Part 1)
Director Graham and Commander Miller walked through the SHQ grounds in silence.
Their path cut across a wide internal roadway connecting the main administrative wing to another secured complex further ahead.
The late afternoon sun hung low enough to stretch long shadows across the pavement.
Graham's cane tapped steadily against the concrete as he walked.
Tap—tap—tap~
The rhythm was slower than usual.
His expression remained low, brows drawn slightly inward as he looked ahead toward the complex they were approaching.
It stood apart from the surrounding facilities.
Tall fencing encircled the entire compound, reinforced steel mesh layered with embedded sensor nodes. Multiple security lights were mounted along the perimeter posts. Even in daylight, their presence added weight to the area.
Additional security had clearly been established.
UPSDF trucks were parked near the gate, engines idling softly—brrrm~
Several soldiers moved between the vehicles and the entry checkpoint, unloading heavy crates onto reinforced carts. The dull thud of containers settling against metal platforms echoed across the lot.
Thump~
Clank~
Other soldiers remained posted along the perimeter, standing at various intervals with rifles slung across their chests.
As Commander Miller approached the front checkpoint, a few of them straightened slightly.
Hands rose in salute.
She acknowledged them with a brief nod while continuing forward.
Near the gate stood a man positioned beside a small inspection station.
He was hard to miss.
Tall.
Broad shoulders filling out his uniform easily. His head was completely bald, the sunlight reflecting faintly across the smooth surface.
A pair of rectangular glasses rested neatly on his nose, and his face carried a serious expression that rarely shifted.
A digital datapad rested in his hands while he monitored the incoming crates.
When he saw Miller approaching, he slipped the pad beneath his arm and straightened.
His hand rose sharply.
"Commander."
The salute held firm.
Miller slowed to a stop in front of him.
"At ease."
Her tone was even.
Practical.
The man lowered his hand immediately. His posture relaxed a fraction before he gave a respectful nod toward Director Graham.
"Director."
Graham barely registered it.
His gaze moved across the compound instead.
Soldiers.
UPSDF trucks.
Crates stacked in neat rows.
More uniformed personnel than he would have preferred.
His jaw tightened slightly.
'They've practically taken over the place.'
He stepped forward toward the gate without offering a greeting.
"Is everything in order?" he asked flatly.
Commander Miller glanced toward the tall man beside her.
He nodded once.
A simple confirmation.
Miller returned her attention to Graham.
"Yes."
Graham exhaled quietly through his nose.
"…Good."
His fingers adjusted their grip around the cane before he continued forward.
"Let's just get this over with."
The checkpoint gate loomed ahead.
A reinforced security booth sat beside the entrance, its interior busy with activity. Multiple operators worked behind consoles, screens displaying access logs, camera feeds, and identification records.
Outside the booth, both SHQ staff and armed soldiers maintained a presence.
When Director Graham approached, one of the operators noticed him immediately and stepped forward.
"Good afternoon, Director."
The man leaned slightly out of the booth window.
"What can I do for you?"
Graham recognized him.
Rodgers.
A dependable man who had spent years overseeing gate access.
Graham managed a small smile.
It looked forced.
"Good afternoon, Rodgers."
He gestured faintly toward the UPSDF crates being unloaded nearby.
"I'd like to enter the collective weapons storage area. These crates need to be placed in."
Rodgers nodded once and stepped back into the booth.
"One moment, sir."
He lifted his datapad and began scrolling through the schedule.
A few seconds passed.
Then Rodgers leaned forward again.
This time his expression held mild confusion.
"Uhm… sir?"
Graham waited.
"I don't see anything listed for today," Rodgers said carefully. "Was there an error?"
Graham rubbed his temple briefly.
"It's not an error."
He let out a quiet sigh.
"Sorry. These arrived earlier than planned."
His eyes drifted toward the UPSDF trucks again.
"I swear these UPSDF operations are—"
The sentence stopped halfway.
He closed his mouth and shook his head slightly.
"Anyway… can you let us through?"
A pause.
"I'll take responsibility."
Rodgers hesitated.
He had always been a stickler for procedure. The schedule existed for a reason. Weapon storage required inspections, logging, screening.
But he also knew the situation had changed since UPSDF became more involved in SHQ operations.
New orders appeared daily.
Protocols shifted constantly.
If anyone could authorize this…
It would be Graham.
Rodgers finally sighed.
"Not a problem, sir."
He glanced toward the crates.
"But we don't have enough staff available to inspect everything."
His brows creased slightly.
"The screening and—"
Graham waved a hand.
"Just screen everyone and let them through."
Another sigh escaped him.
Rodgers nodded.
"Right this way then, sir."
The checkpoint barriers lifted.
Processing took several minutes.
Soldiers stepped through scanners while identification badges were checked. Crates rolled across inspection pads where automated systems ran quick diagnostics.
Beep—beep—scan~
Commander Miller and Director Graham were cleared first.
Once the final signal sounded, they stepped through the inner gate together.
The environment changed almost immediately.
The interior of the weapons storage complex was quieter.
Less human presence.
Rows of hardened storage structures lined the compound, each built from reinforced alloy panels with minimal external features.
Most of the activity here came from machines.
Maintenance droids moved along the pathways carrying equipment modules. Transport units rolled between buildings on silent magnetic tracks.
At various points throughout the complex stood enormous security units.
Bipedal guard droids.
Each one towered several meters high, their armored frames painted in matte gray plating. Their legs were thick mechanical columns that anchored them firmly to the ground while sensor arrays sat where a head would normally be.
They remained motionless.
Watching.
Graham's cane struck the pavement as they walked deeper into the compound.
After a short distance they arrived in front of one of the larger storage structures.
Two of the massive bipedal droids stood beside the entrance.
As Graham approached, both machines reacted.
Their sensor clusters rotated toward him with a faint mechanical whine.
Graham stopped directly in front of the door.
He spread his arms slightly.
A narrow beam descended from the scanning unit mounted above the entrance.
Light passed across his body from head to toe.
Bzzzzzt~
A digital voice followed.
"Identity confirmed."
The beam faded.
Graham lowered his arms and glanced toward Commander Miller.
"Your turn."
Miller stepped forward without comment.
She mirrored the same posture.
The scanning beam swept across her uniform.
A brief pause.
"Identity confirmed."
Heavy locks inside the door disengaged.
Clack—clack—clack~
The massive reinforced doors began sliding apart with a deep mechanical rumble.
Grrrrrr~
Behind them, several UPSDF soldiers were already approaching with the first crates balanced across transport carts.
Director Graham watched the doors open slowly.
His grip tightened slightly around his cane.
'Let's hope this ends quickly.'
