They walked over to the
front door, which White was disgruntled to find locked. He banged on
it with his open palm, studiously ignoring the electronic video panel
until the guard actually got out of his seat and opened the door,
whereupon he displayed his warrant card and pushed past into what
looked to be a reception area.
The guard glowered at
him. “You can't come in without a warrant.”
“I came in to have a
friendly word with Mr Hunt about some disturbing tales that may or
may not affect the reputation and therefore the market share value of
Magelight Electronics.” White gave him the smile he generally
reserved our lunatics and old ladies. “If, however, you have
something you are particularly worried I might accidentally discover
by my presence here, them I will certainly apply to the magistrate
for a warrant forthwith. Naturally, however, such a warrant would
include the whole facility and a large number of uniformed officer to
carry it out. Just how many levels does this facility have? Just so I
can bring enough men, you understand.”
“I think I'd better
tell Mr Hunt you're here to speak to him.”
“I think that might
be wise.” White beamed and selected a seat that gave him a view of
both the door and the two elevators. “Sergeant?”
Peter sat two seats
away, leaving a comfortable gap between them. He stared at the guard
who became significantly redder the more he talked into the phone.
After a minute or two
of talking, by which time White had already had enough of the tinny
muzak, the guard put the phone down. “Mr Hunt will be up
presently.”
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