With that, the Guardian walked away back up the steps to the first floor. He didn’t even stay to make sure we were actually going to enter the sub-basement, but we did anyway. We were running out of time as is before the meeting started, so we didn’t have time to worry about how weirdly open-minded that particular Guardian happened to be.
The winding concrete staircase ended at a door, which Hogarth pushed open and stepped into the room on the other side. Sofia and I followed quickly, which was why I was surprised at how nice the meeting room was.
Whereas the apartment building above looked bombed out, this meeting room had smooth marble flooring with no chairs for people to sit on. Simple but practical fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling, while the room itself smelled vaguely of so
