This was clearly where Mars conducted his "business."
Our car drove into the heart of an unremarkable industrial zone, finally stopping in front of a plain gray building. Blending seamlessly with the surrounding warehouses, the structure seemed like the last place anyone would suspect.
'Is this Mars's territory?' I wondered.
The building even had a modest company sign on the front that read Standard Trade Inc., giving the impression it was a small import-export firm.
"Ms. Jones, please, this way," John said as he opened the car door.
The moment we entered the area, John visibly relaxed. It was clear that this place was firmly under their control.
The windows of the building were covered with heavy, dark curtains, giving it an air of secrecy.
I felt a thrill of excitement. I was abou
