As Damian and Ben rolled up to the University, they were greeted by a handful of men in dark suits with either black overcoats or black rain slicks, they had a laminated badge around their neck stating they were with the President's Secret Service entourage. One of them was a woman with a badge stating H. Harper; a rather stern yet unique woman, but after Damian flashed his identification to explain his weapons in the trunk and in his holster and had passed Ben's credentials over as well, the young woman frowned slightly-only for a brief moment-before backing up and conversed with a fellow Service Agent. She nods and then hands the credentials back to both Ben and Damian. "You can pass.." she said, stepping back from the vehicle and allowing Damian to drive on.
As the two got closer to the University they witnessed it's bulk; the building and grounds were incredibly large. "Shit... I don't think that even I could pay for a college like this. This looks like one of those establishments that make you pay for the gold plated piping." he shook his head with a sigh, pulling out a cigarillo from the pack in his dress shirt. He pulls out his steel looking lighter and lights it up inside the vehicle, blowing out a steady stream of smoke from his nose and mouth.
He drives up to parking lot and parks the vehicle, opening the door and stepped out. The rain was still pouring, but it wasn't as bad as before. He turns to Ben. "Ready for this Sargent?" he asked with the cigarillo hanging from the corner of his mouth.