The War Room.
Walking down a hall with the same airy feeling, Sergei had to play the host. “This door is one of the guest suites,” he said while motioning to the left as they passed a closed door.
“Guests? Who the hell visits you out here?”
“Trevor, no need to be crass. Representatives of different governments visit me from time to time. I am not a hermit any longer. You need to check out the helipad out behind the hill.”
“The what?”
“The helipad, for helicopters.”
Trevor shook his head trying to clear his thinking. Sergei came to an impressive door with three different sets of security to pass before the door opened. Retina scan, voice, and thumbprint. “Normally one is enough, but there is information in here people would kill for.”
“And you think we are safer here than in town?” S
