Nathan was scanned before he was let into the house. The first gate guard stepped forward as soon as Nathan pulled the scooter to a stop. The engine idled low, the insulated delivery bag strapped tight on the back. The guard held up a handheld metal detector wand and gave Nathan a quick, practised once-over: arms, sides, waist, legs. No pat-down, no ID check—just a sweep for anything that could be a weapon. The wand beeped once over Nathan's pocket... he tensed for a second... but it was only the keys to the scooter. The guard nodded, satisfied.
"Go on through," the guard said, waving him forward. "Kitchen entrance around back."
