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6<br />
As they made their way down a series of stairwells and long hallways, Gunner started to<br />
wonder if he was the biggest idiot in the world for following this woman. He was, after<br />
all, famous—a fact about which he’d been feeling sorry for himself all morning. For all<br />
he knew, these people were about to blackmail him, kidnap him, ask for ransom, kill<br />
him. He felt a sudden and almost exhilarating rush of fear, irrational but thrilling. He<br />
kept walking, following his spritely guide.<br />
They finally reached a section that looked modern. The change was abrupt—plush<br />
carpet, freshly painted walls, plasma lighting. Soon after, they came upon a set of<br />
double doors that looked to be made of heavy steel, like something that’d be on an<br />
industrial refrigeration unit. Cherry swiped her finger in funny little patterns on a<br />
section of the door, and the heavy steel panels popped open with a hiss.<br />
“After you, Mr. Skale,” she said with a slight smile that seemed to say there was a lot<br />
to her he might never know.<br />
Gunner stepped into the room, which was cool and dimly lit. The walls and ceiling<br />
were black with tiny pinpoints of white light that looked like stars. It was a moment<br />
before he noticed the people. There were three: one woman and two men, their faces in<br />
shadow. Their attire was somewhere between business and casual, and oddly, despite<br />
the darkness, they were all wearing sunglasses. Cherry, who’d so cheerfully guided<br />
Gunner through the strange building, stepped around him to join them. And somehow<br />
she belonged. She fit in with the strange group of three, and he was sure he’d guessed<br />
correctly—that she was far more than your average secretary.<br />
“Is one of you George Hartley?” Gunner asked, not knowing what else to say. He’d<br />
never had a consulting gig quite like this.<br />
“I am,” one of the men answered, stepping forward to shake Gunner’s hand. He had a<br />
firm but disconcertingly moist grip. “We’re glad you could come. We have some exciting<br />
things to show you, and I think with your help we’ll be ready to take them to market.”<br />
Gunner looked down at his hand, uneasy. The man hadn’t let go. Finally, after what<br />
felt like several beats too long, he did.<br />
“So what is it?” Gunner asked. “Sunglasses? That work really well in the dark?”<br />
The man laughed—more like a guffaw—as if their consultant had just uttered the<br />
greatest joke he’d ever heard. His partners did the same. The meeting was getting<br />
slightly creepy.<br />
“No, no,” George said, taking off the glasses—they were thick and shiny and had<br />
metallic parts in strange places. “These are something that were used a little before your