INT. - COLLECTIVE OF ALL SOULS OFFICE - EARLY EVENING
Gerri chewed the inside of her cheek raw by the time Kinsey parked her car on the street directly across from a high rise downtown. Uber modern, all glass and steel, it towered over them, the front of the building glowing with light, though most of the upper floors seemed to be in darkness already.
A simple flash of her badge at the watchman in the middle of the lobby got her access to the elevators. Kinsey selected the floor, somewhere around sixty-five. The placard on the wall claimed the ASC had ownership, the acronym's lack of subtlety not lost on Gerri even for a heartbeat. Especially when the logo for the "company" was a mesh of the six symbols all woven together.