You are reasonably sure that the men couldn't have followed you this far. And anyway, you are tired of running you decide to wait and see what happens.
A figure rounds the corner. It takes you a monument to process, but this person is not one of the men you saw earlier. She is a blonde woman in a sharp black suit with a pair of angular glasses pushed up the bridge of her nose. She looks at you in a way that seems almost disinterested when she speaks to you.
"Mr. Allen. That was quite interesting, but the time for games is over. Please come with me."
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