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Kate’s Point Of View
Our Granger Hall GD Corporate Center parking lot was full, and undoubtedly, the muscle sat in four blacked-out SUVs belonged to Travis. As we drove down a slight descent on a new gravel track, I sighed, bothered by a feeling that trouble was inbound.
I didn’t feel well but couldn’t pinpoint specific symptoms. My muscles felt weary, and I wanted to rest.
Jacob parked his truck in our allocated parking, and Claude and the others slid into a slot beside us.
For our breakfast meeting, I invited Hannah, Isabella, and Tiffany to nail down some details about what Travis asked us to do and discuss confidentiality and other essential security factors.
Jacob brought Claude, so I had an army more significant than the eight to twelve agents Travis had. Our government contact was ensconced in the GD lobby with another guy, probably his security chief. I spent a minute assessing the strange scene, wondering why so much security was around.
“Travis looks quite arrogant, Kate.”
“He isn’t certain of his plan anymore.”
“I don’t see we have much choice but to work with him.”
“Agreed, but yesterday, you created leverage, Jacob, and I intend to use that.”