“Alright,” he conceded, “Where are we headed?”
The man gestured toward a set of double doors, then gripped the handle of the cart to push it in that same direction.
Stainless steel handles on the doors. He put his hands on the painted surface instead, pushed them open, and then held one of the doors open for the cart. He was distracted enough that he almost didn’t notice the group waiting for him.
People!
So if this is Weld, then these would probably be the Wards.
The group consisted of a squad of PRT officers
Ah, fair enough. Still works with the Weld hypothesis, I suppose.
with their regular assortment of nonlethal weaponry and a large woman with a bleached blonde bob.
This is that administrator woman we met in Interlude 3, and heard about again in Interlude 7, isn’t it? I forgot her name.
…Piggy…? …Piggot! That’s it.
“Weld, I’m glad you made it,” she managed to say the words without a trace of humor or smile on her face. She extended a hand.
Eyyy!
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