You’re office door would slide open the the noise of a keycard being scanned.

At that moment two facility guards dressed in white tactical longsleeve shirts, white tactical pants, black boots, medium Kevlar ballistic vests and riot helmets wielding P90s and escorting a single Male Class D subject with D-172 written on their back.

They would sit the Class D down across from you and speak; “Here is the Class D you requested Doctor.” The left one spoke, then they both turned and left you alone.