57: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann left the cubicle and waited by the door to the lobby. She listened and focused, and felt Annys and her assistant approaching.
And they had the artefact. She was certain of that. Whatever was in container 17-b, it wasn’t the Cyastone.
When she felt them come closer, she pushed through the door and stood before the stairwell, arms crossed.
Annys didn’t look shocked. “Well, well. So you’re the source of that unpalatable trace in the air. What would you be doing in a place like this?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“You could indeed. But that would lead to a conversation, and I’m pressed for time right now. So if you don’t mind?” She flapped a hand, as if she were trying to swat Ryann to one side.
Ryann shook her head. “We need to talk.”
“Oh, I don’t think
