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spaces made him grip the steering wheel tightly. Marina directed him to take an awkward left turn onto a small parking area protected by a chain-link fence. Large signs warned that unauthorized vehicles would be towed immediately. A hand-written note added that they would be dropped into the lake.
Marina got out of the car and opened a sliding garage door. Aaron drove into a concrete room, which contained nothing but oil stains, cobwebs, and dust. She followed him in, closed the door, and checked that it was latched.
"Now what?" he called out. The small room didn't have another door.
The floor silently descended into an underground parking area. As his view opened up, he saw twenty vehicles including cars, vans, light trucks, and a motorcycle. A secret garage, he thought.
He moved his car to an available parking spot. A giant hydraulic cylinder raised the elevator platform until it was flush with the ceiling. He got out of his car and looked around.
Some of the trucks had the names of local delivery companies painted on the sides, and they were clearly meant for undercover work. In the corner, there were tool boxes and paint cans around a service lift. The air was fresh and cool.
"Nice." He nodded. "Private parking, and I mean private ." He was already feeling a little better about his decision to join, given what he had seen so far. "But what prevents just anybody from coming down?"
"Our head of security was watching with a hidden camera. He lowered the elevator. This place is an underground fortress, and it's impossible to enter without inside help. We take our security very seriously. Leave your car keys in the ignition in case somebody needs to move your car." There was only one door in the garage, and Marina heaved it open with both hands. "Watertight. We're below the river, so flooding is always a concern."
They walked down a short corridor, through another door, and entered a small, white room with a small, white couch. Directly ahead was a thick window, obviously bulletproof, and a man was sitting behind it. He was medium height with pale skin and blue eyes. Either he was naturally bald, or he had shaved his head until it shone in the fluorescent lights.
"Aaron, meet Jack," Marina said. "Head of security and a very talented gunsmith. If you need a weapon, any weapon at all, he's your man. He's also our cashier."
"Hello, Aaron." Jack's voice came through speakers in the ceiling. "I'm very glad to see you. I've heard all about you. I was hoping you'd join. Go on back. Everybody is waiting in the conference room to greet you."
Jack pressed a button, and a security door buzzed on the right side of the room. Aaron pulled it open.
He stepped into a hallway with a white tiled floor. Exposed pipes and conduits ran overhead. Some cracks in the bare concrete ceiling had been patched with tar. The walls were plain and gray.
They came to another door, a wooden one this time, and Marina ushered him in. The conference room had a single, large oak table and antique chairs upholstered with purple velvet. A bookshelf covered one wall from floor to ceiling, and it was packed with thick books bound in leather. Aaron couldn't read the titles, but they looked old and important.
Six people sat in the chairs. He recognized Ethel and Victor, but the other four were unfamiliar.
"Aaron!" Ethel said in a warm and enthusiastic tone. "I'm really excited you decided to join us. Let me introduce you to the rest of the team. First is Yvonne. She keeps this place clean, and she prepares excellent meals. She's also our emergency nurse. Edward is our technology specialist: computers, communications, that sort of thing. Make sure to get a new phone from him before you leave. Kamal is our lab technician and general expert on scientific matters. He does our forensics. Finally, Nancy handles all of the plumbing, electrical, and carpentry work here. She's never met a tool she doesn't like. You already met Jack in the security booth. Now, empty
Marina got out of the car and opened a sliding garage door. Aaron drove into a concrete room, which contained nothing but oil stains, cobwebs, and dust. She followed him in, closed the door, and checked that it was latched.
"Now what?" he called out. The small room didn't have another door.
The floor silently descended into an underground parking area. As his view opened up, he saw twenty vehicles including cars, vans, light trucks, and a motorcycle. A secret garage, he thought.
He moved his car to an available parking spot. A giant hydraulic cylinder raised the elevator platform until it was flush with the ceiling. He got out of his car and looked around.
Some of the trucks had the names of local delivery companies painted on the sides, and they were clearly meant for undercover work. In the corner, there were tool boxes and paint cans around a service lift. The air was fresh and cool.
"Nice." He nodded. "Private parking, and I mean private ." He was already feeling a little better about his decision to join, given what he had seen so far. "But what prevents just anybody from coming down?"
"Our head of security was watching with a hidden camera. He lowered the elevator. This place is an underground fortress, and it's impossible to enter without inside help. We take our security very seriously. Leave your car keys in the ignition in case somebody needs to move your car." There was only one door in the garage, and Marina heaved it open with both hands. "Watertight. We're below the river, so flooding is always a concern."
They walked down a short corridor, through another door, and entered a small, white room with a small, white couch. Directly ahead was a thick window, obviously bulletproof, and a man was sitting behind it. He was medium height with pale skin and blue eyes. Either he was naturally bald, or he had shaved his head until it shone in the fluorescent lights.
"Aaron, meet Jack," Marina said. "Head of security and a very talented gunsmith. If you need a weapon, any weapon at all, he's your man. He's also our cashier."
"Hello, Aaron." Jack's voice came through speakers in the ceiling. "I'm very glad to see you. I've heard all about you. I was hoping you'd join. Go on back. Everybody is waiting in the conference room to greet you."
Jack pressed a button, and a security door buzzed on the right side of the room. Aaron pulled it open.
He stepped into a hallway with a white tiled floor. Exposed pipes and conduits ran overhead. Some cracks in the bare concrete ceiling had been patched with tar. The walls were plain and gray.
They came to another door, a wooden one this time, and Marina ushered him in. The conference room had a single, large oak table and antique chairs upholstered with purple velvet. A bookshelf covered one wall from floor to ceiling, and it was packed with thick books bound in leather. Aaron couldn't read the titles, but they looked old and important.
Six people sat in the chairs. He recognized Ethel and Victor, but the other four were unfamiliar.
"Aaron!" Ethel said in a warm and enthusiastic tone. "I'm really excited you decided to join us. Let me introduce you to the rest of the team. First is Yvonne. She keeps this place clean, and she prepares excellent meals. She's also our emergency nurse. Edward is our technology specialist: computers, communications, that sort of thing. Make sure to get a new phone from him before you leave. Kamal is our lab technician and general expert on scientific matters. He does our forensics. Finally, Nancy handles all of the plumbing, electrical, and carpentry work here. She's never met a tool she doesn't like. You already met Jack in the security booth. Now, empty
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