CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN
Z was bored out of his mind as their tour guide kept droning on and on about the beautiful things of working for the agency. Which would have been true only if you worked on Division One. After all--their buildings don't even have electronic locks that are opened by ID cards, much less a fountain made of shining marble in the middle of the ground floor.
He sighed as he wanted to slap the man with reality. He wanted to raise his hands and ask him why the other Agency divisions do not receive the same care and support Division One does. But upon asking those, he could be risking being recognized. Which was something he could not do. He would not be the one to jeopardize everyone's hard work. So, all he could do was roll his eyes and tune the man out.
