He eyed the strange bracelet they'd fastened on his wrist when he entered. It identified him as a non-sensitive, and he was beginning to suspect he'd need to remove it to find out anything significant. He'd watched more than a few Inner Circle members speak in hushed whispers to a staff member, pocket something they received, and disappear into one of the backrooms. When they emerged a few minutes later, their walk was a bit more buoyant and their eyes shone a little brighter.
A dark-haired woman approached him and leaned against the bar. She glanced over her shoulder before addressing him. “You're with the Coalition, right?”
He arched an eyebrow, studying the woman for a moment. Although she was dressed in a rather skimpy dress, her body language was rigid as though she were unaccustome
