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/Step…/
"Mr Houston?"
"...?"
Dale turned around as he heard his name being called, his eyes sharpening as he met face-to-face with the newcomer, a woman in a formal black suit.
Or at least tried to, as Dale was around three palms higher than her and at least twice as broad.
He already knew someone was approaching from behind, but in this kind of place, he didn't quite pay that much attention to it.
When he thought about it, he realized he dropped his guard considerably, and no matter what, he had already been 'ambushed' once, he couldn't let his future opponents get the better of him.
So he renewed his focus.
'This must be it, my guide.'
'Finally, I was getting a bit concerned.'
In front of Dale was a fairly pretty woman who seemed to be in her late 20s... Or mid 20s depending on how much makeup she was using.
