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Rodin followed Vanya through yet another run-down area, past buildings that might have once been stores and businesses, and into a side-alley. Vanya tapped on her screen as they waited by a metal door with no markings. After a minute or so the door opened and a short man led them inside.
The set-up reminded Rodin of Paskia’s base to the north, only with less permanence. There were bedding mats to one side of the room, and four mismatched chairs around a scratched and stained table. The food-prep was basic, and work surfaces revealed many ready-meals, the type in the self-heating containers.
But the room wasn’t a flop-house. There was a screen on the wall by the table, running Eye footage from the streets outside, and the main door was secured with bolts to the top and bottom.
