Sunday came fast.
By ten, Don and the others had already cleared briefing and were standing outside another meeting hall—similar shape, heavier presence. This time, there was no casual entry. No drifting in mid-conversation.
A security cordon funneled them through in small groups.
Don stepped forward when his turn came, boots thudding softly against the floor as he moved through layered checkpoints. ID scan. Biometric confirmation. A wand passed over his frame with a low electronic whirr~. A second agent slid a tablet toward him.
"Read and sign."
Don took it, skimmed the block of text without expression, thumb scrolling once. NDA. Operational restrictions. Information containment clauses stacked thick. He pressed his thumb to the screen and handed it back without comment.
A red indicator turned green.
"Clear."
Past the final door, the hall opened up.
