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Although it had taken several minutes to clear the security checkpoint, Moshe, Talia, and Stone finally walked through and continued down a corridor.
“Well, that was fun,” Talia said, referring to the grilling Stone had received about his concealed firearm.
“Serves them right,” Stone replied. “Moshe told them to expect me, that I was an armed contractor. But they still had to give me grief.”
“It’s over now,” Talia said. “Aba, where are we going?”
“Secure storage area three. A lovely place. Have you not been?”
“No,” Talia said, “I didn’t know we had secure storage areas.”
“Not to worry, my dear,” Moshe said as he turned and almost speed-walked toward a set of elevators. Once there, he set his chin onto a small tray and waited as a digital lig
