15. Big FingersAs they approached the guardhouse, Sabienn saw a building identical to the small representation in the ADISS but less crisply painted. And with its shutters down and the ‘closed’ sign out, less welcoming. Upon arrival, an officer who had already been stationed in the building, opened the door quickly.
“Come in. Quick,” the officer called, waving in urgency. “A patrol’s around.” This officer, Sabienn noted, had the uniform of campus security. He guessed that he was dressed so to fend off and move on any legitimate guards.
They all piled in quickly and found their way to a small room away from front reception. It had been equipped with some screens to do what the guardhouse had been designed to do; keep an eye on the surrounds.
Sabienn took an uncomfortable collapsible chai
