Approach the gate.

Deciding the direct approach is the best, you emerge from the treeline, immediately becoming visible to everyone as the reflective thermal blanket draped over your shoulders catches the sun. You feel their eyes on you. At least nobody points a gun at you.

One of the two guards on the door looks to his companion as you arrive within twenty yards, before holding out a hand towards you and approaching half the remaining distance with his rifle hanging loose on a sling.

You stop, willing to hear him out before doing anything drastic. A worn tag on the collar of his armored jacket reads "Vanguard Security - Lt. Dawson", though whether that's the name of this guy, or the previous owner of the jacket he's wearing, isn't clear.

Too close, Dawson. That gun'd be in my hands before you could fire one shot. Sloppy.

"Never seen you before. What're you hiding under that cloak?" His voice is assertive, even authoritarian, reminding you of cops from back outside.

You didn't expect that question, of all things.

Maybe he really was corporate security. Watch out Zoe.