N-Tech, I said, gazing at the featureless building on the tranquil, tree-lined street. "At least, that's what it was—a data storage facility. Although all I could read told me that it was no longer in operation. Now I have no notion what the devil it is, but they're adamant to keep it locked down." It was a dull building, only a couple of stories high, rectangular, and sitting at a quiet intersection.
Lila assumed that not every bad guys' lair was run-down and nefarious. The big street numbers on top of the door, 1248, were the only markings. We waited in a car across the road that was as nondescript as the building. It could have been a ordinary white van. It was daytime, and all we were doing temporarily was observing. Lila sipped her coffee, looking out through the glass front windows.
