He didn't bother keeping track of the twists and turns that led him to his final destination, but he knew that he had arrived when the guards clustered outside the door and ushered him through at gunpoint. He did not attempt to resist. This wasn't the venue for conducting an execution, which meant they had brought him here for another purpose. He might still be able to bargain his way out of this mess.
Inside, he found a long table with rounded corners sitting in the light of three massive, arch-shaped windows with brown muntin. Sheets of rain on the glass made it hard to see what was outside, but he recognized the outlines of skyscrapers. Many of them had lights in their windows.
A man with copper skin and short, dark hair sat at the head of that table. He had one arm in a sling, and it
