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Abigail smiles in response to his comment.

The Legionnaire tags through a door and into a long, down-sloping corridor furnished with only a single carpet runner down its centre.  There are a half-dozen doors near the entrance and then several hundred metres of bare corridor before another set of security doors open onto an office waiting room.

Inside the room is a couch, and some chairs, with a low table, a staffed reception desk and Warden and a Legionnaire just inside the doors.

The Over Legionnaire speaks for the first time, to the uniformed Vizant behind an elaborate workstation, “Vizant.  Contractors Starr and Fromm.”

The Over Legionnaire takes up a position inside the door and the other Legionnaire leaves.

The Vizant looks toward them, he is a very large man with broad shoulders and a huge, square head, “I am Vizant Algernon.  Minor Vizier Kahn-Serf is expecting you.”

He rises from his seat and leads them down a short corridor past a few other doors.  He touches a stud and a tone sounds, the door sliding open a few seconds later.

“Go in.”