Trip-7 Returns

"ID please," the wide-shouldered guard's deep voice lacked any inflection, clear evidence that he was bored working the front gate. "You with BFS?"

The dark-haired man smiled slightly before handing his papers to the guard. "Yep, Bellatora Fire Suppression... You guys had an accidental activation last week."

"Right..." The guard checked his hud, his eyes glancing over the details. "Nasty bit of business, the entire building had to be emptied and sanitized."

"BFS uses nothing but organic materials; this stuff is environmentally safe and will snuff out any fire."

"Lower the glasses, Mr..." The guard glanced down at his hud before continuing his sentence, "Magnus Pon."

"Sure thing." The dark-haired man lowered his sunglasses, calm yellow eyes staring calmly.

The guard patted the side of the white flatbed truck and motioned him through. "They are expecting you."

Nix watched his rearview mirror for a few seconds while he pulled away from the guard post. "I'm in."