I stepped out of my car, my umbrella blooming like a mushroom over my head, it fought hard again the sleet and wind.I looked for familiar faces in the splatter or the signs of the official Mills waiting party. I drag heavily on my inhaler and put my jacket over my nose before giving up moments later . We were going to be here a while. There was no escaping it.
Your heart was pounding-- fear? Damn, no... too much Albuterol will do that. It wasn't going to kill you, but the palpitations thudded in your chest uncomfortably.
The prisoner transport wasn't here yet, thankfully neither was the lawyer. There were some clusters of cars and you thought you made out Colt and Butcher.
I had to resist taking another puff to calm myself. It wasn’t going to work. Damn. I made a move for the familiarity of Butcher and Colt. Man, that sounded like a 70’s cop show. There was no questions on who was the good cop. I smiled broadly through the sleet at them.
”This place is some kinda mechanical warren. I hope no one gets lost. How was the drive?”
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”Well, there’s no goblins around here. Damn that was it. No. Just remember that you need to go at your own pace. No one will judge if you get upset or need some space. Don’t be afraid to lean on Colt here.”
I was distracted slightly by the beating on my chest. I put my hand on my chest, feeling the thuds. This was going to be fun.