The drive was not all that long, although it went through five minutes of the sort of traffic where it would have been quicker and probably easier to get out and walk. Ctirad shifted a few times in his seat, but for the most part, he was still. He wanted to find a place where he could be what Timaois wanted of him, even if I want you to be you was the least helpful advice ever.
He opened his eyes when Sal pulled into an underground garage that, while not hidden, was not exactly advertised, either. The bar that raised when Sal swiped a card was far more intense than the normal wooden gate, too, and there were two of them and a metal roll-door before they reached the actual garage.
“Secure,” Ctirad murmured.
“People who work here take such things very seriously,” Timaios agreed. “And I admit I like it, or at least, my public persona likes it.” Continue reading