The elevator reaches the bottom subbasement. General Lucas punches in another code to open the doors, followed by a voice prompt.

“Lucas, Robert B,” he says in a slow, clear voice. “Authorization 051962 Green.”

The door sticks a little bit, but slides open to allow us access. The long, sterile corridor features M-16s mounted near the ceiling on automated turrets, all leading up to a single locked door. Lucas leaves the elevator. I don’t.

“Are you coming or not, Miss Corson?” he asks.

“Unless those guns are programmed to shoot lawyers, I think I can find my way to the end of the hallway.” I gesture for him to return to the elevator. “I need privacy with my client. I don’t need you.”

He frowns deeply, but marches back into the lift. I step out as he steps in, and he salutes me sloppily as we pass.

“The room has security cameras, but the audio recorders will be left off as per court order,” he tells me as I walk toward the door. “We wouldn’t want anybody eavesdropping on your conversation with your pet monster, would we?”

I don’t give him the dignity of a backwards glance. “That will be all, General.”

Lucas punches a button in the elevator. The steel doors shut with a clang, leaving me alone and ready for my meeting.

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