"Friends?" I asked. "What friends?"
"Some people that you brought along, and I doubt they're the good kind," the man said, adjusting his sunglasses.
"The TSA," Brie said. "They found us, all the way here." My heart already began to pound. We were here, what more could I do?
"You need to come with me to safety, because something tells Fulton that they're going to burn this building down just to get to you guys," the man said.
"But we don't even have the briefcases," I said. "I'm quite sure you guys are handling those things, right?"
"They don't know that. Fulton has ordered you guys to be escorted in the safe room as soon as possible. If things get too crazy, you'll have an escort that will keep you out of sight until things calm down," he said.
"How does Fulton have all these resources?" Brie asked, scratching his head. "How did you become friends with this guy in the first place?"
