I paced back and forth, carefully observing the scene around me. Guards moved in and out, replacing artifacts from the Montclair collection.
It was a well-oiled machine, each guard knowing their role and executing it with precision.
Suddenly, a guard stopped me in my tracks.
"Hey," he said, his voice gruff. "Are you SG-17?"
"...Uh you see."
I adjusted my half-mask, chuckling lightly. What would happen if I said no? I wondered. There was no telling what he might do, and being caught this early would jeopardize the entire mission. I had no choice but to take the gamble.
"Yes," I replied, hoping my voice sounded confident.
The guard's tense face relaxed. "Ah, good," he said with a sigh of relief. "I thought you were someone else. I wanted to ask if those girls you were talking to earlier were from Pinnacle."
"Yes, they are,"
I confirmed with a reassuring voice, however I felt uncomfortable with where this was heading.
