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“Well, he’ll be stretching those long legs of his in lockup into the next century”

Peabody’s rimly “There is that”

“You are cleared to enter Please step through the gate, proceed to the autotra”

“Jesus, you’d think ere going to see the president instead of soate that efficiently shut and bolted behind them She and Peabody settled down on the stiff plastic seats of the trah bunkers and into a steel-walled passageway that angled down until they were ordered to step out into an anterooht and walls of view screens

“Lieutenant Dallas, Officer” The ray uniform of Government Security with the rank of corporal His blond hair was buzz cut so close his pale white scalp peeked through His thin face was equally pale, the skin tone of a round

His unifored under hefty mountains of biceps

“Leave your bags withdevices are permitted beyond this point You are under surveillance and will remain so until you leave the facility Understood?”

“Understood, Corporal” Eve handed hiave her “Soot here”

“We’re proud of it This way, Lieutenant”

After depositing the bags in a borammed it for Section Three, Level A The doors closed without a sound; the car ran with barely a trace of movement Eve wanted to ask how much the taxpayers had paid for the luxury, but decided the corporal wouldn’t appreciate the irony

She was certain of it when they were deposited in a wide lobby decorated with foam scoop chairs and potted trees The carpet was thick and undoubtedly wired for motion detection The console at which three clerks busily worked was equipped with a full range of computers, monitors, and co and edging toward

The clerks weren’t droids, but they were so stiff and polished, so radically conservative in dress, that she thought they’d have been better off as autoht with deep affection, would have been appalled at the lack of style

“Reconfirmation of palm prints, please,” the corporal requested, and obediently, Eve and Peabody laid their right hands flat on the plate “Sergeant Hobbs will escort you from here”

The sergeant, tucked neatly into her uniform, stepped from behind the console She opened another reinforced door and led the way down a silent corridor

At the last checkpoint, there was a final screen for weapons, then they were key-coded into the chief’s office