“Right, well…we’re all a little crazy around here. Come on. I’ll show you around.”
He spun on his heel, taking off.
“Actually, I was thinking?—”
“Come on!” he called. “We’re burning daylight!”
Sighing, I took Krista’s hand. “I’m really sorry about this.”
“Are things always this…”
“Yes. I mean, not all the time,” I said after thinking about it a minute. “Sort of?”
“Which is it?” she hissed.
“Um…”
There wasn’t really a good answer for that. So many things came to mind.
Alec driving through the gates in a tank.
Helicopters flying overhead, firing at us as we shot drones at them.
Maggie with grenades.
Vittoria trying to become an assassin at the age of eleven.
“You know, mostly, things are just like in Montana. Just warmer,” I lied.
But that lie was shot to hell when we got to the elevators and Cap put his palm against the panel.
“What is he doing?”
I scratched the back of my neck, trying to think of a really good way to explain this without making us sound crazy.
“Um…see, we’re a very secure facility, so you have to have your handprint in the system to enter the building unless you have one of us with you.”
“Oh. That doesn’t sound too bad.”
Yeah, but it wasn’t over. I grimaced as Cap then lowered slightly for the retinal scanner.
“And that?”
“Retinal scan,” I answered, as if it was perfectly normal.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as the keypad popped up.
“You have to enter a passcode also?” she asked.
“Yep.” I nodded along, refusing to look at her and see the odd expression I was sure was written all over her face.
“So, if I want to enter this building, I need to have my handprint in the system, do a retinal scan, and have a password,” she reiterated.
Cap grinned over his shoulder. “And the password changes daily.”
Yeah, she totally thought we were psycho.
The doors opened and Cap stepped inside, motioning us forward. Taking Krista’s hand, I tugged her along beside me, giving her a squeeze to ease the worry on her face.