In the box seat area, half a dozen human servants watched the game. Walter recognized a few of them. He put one hand on Harley's arm. “You'll do fine," he said. “Just watch out for Adam. Keep your eyes on his hands." He gave her arm a squeeze.
Harley and Marian walked to the other door arm in arm. Before this door stood too large men in suits. Harley was expecting to be searched, scanned, or stopped somehow. She could see the outlines of guns under their coats, the military boots on their feet, and the scars on their hands that suggested combat training as well as combat experience.
But they were not stopped. The men didn't so much as twitch in their direction. In fact, only one of them even moved, and that was only to open the door for them.
Harley was expecting some sort of a change i
