What met him behind those doors was no broadcasting equipment.
The barrel of a gun, and behind it a large man in a trenchcoat.
His brains were splattered across the floor.
As a man drove along an old, worn path, all he could hear was the future of a him that never was.
The mainland was doing great in these times, but recently radios all over the country had been getting disrupted by a strange broadcast. "King of kings and lord of glory!" and more of that kinda jammering.
None other but the government had asked him for this, but the radio he was to use for future instructions was only repeating something that sounded vaguely like something fleshy being blown into pieces. Unusual, but no reason to call off this mission.
He had a small box with him, supplies for the mission. He hadn't opened it before, but no time like the present.
Inside was a .44 revolver, along with some other items.
The only thing that really stood out to him was a small note, seemed hastily scrabbled down, not gov't style at all.
"This gun belonged to your predecessor, use it wisely. And remember, at the gate to light there waits a barrel. Prepare for it."