Re: Later That Evening...
"Ah like a woman with a plan." Jason grins. "Ah'll pull up and you do whatever voodoo you need to do, Sam."
The car moves forward toward the front gate, but stops several feet shy of it, so that the guard has to leave his post to come out to them. Of course, this annoys the guard so much that he isn't really considering anything bad happening just now.
"Name and Storage number?" the older man with thinning hair asks. His brown security uniform is extremely crisp and he has the air of someone who is used to being obeyed. He's looking at his clipboard just now, and not the pair of people in the car.
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