“Do you wish me to come down and introduce you?”
That earned a moment’s consideration. Was this woman likable? No. Would the others like her? Probably not.
Weld knows what’s up.
Which meant that having her introduce him might be detrimental, associate him with someone they might view negatively.
Can’t fault his logic there. I’m not sure this association would stick for very long, but first impressions are important.
“No, I don’t think it’s necessary, ma’am.”
“Your old keycards will let you in. I’ll have replacement identification sent to you shortly. In the meantime, I wish you luck.”
“Thank you, Director,” he handed her his headset and stepped through the door as PRT uniforms opened it. As if welcoming him into the city proper, there was the sound of a woman screaming down on the street below, the noise turning into a manic laugh in the same breath.
…okay?
Half the block was without power, and searchlights on the corners of the rooftop scanned nearby streets. PRT guards stood at the edge of the roof, armaments in hand. He relaxed at the sight of the guards – if they weren’t acting on whatever was going on below, he didn’t need to worry about it.
Fair enough, I guess.
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