The convoy arrived within minutes after her arrival - one officer in a grim blotchy Security Bureau uniform, accompanied by two military-style robots, held rifles in their arms, unfit for use by anyone but them. If anyone had tried, they would have been simply uncomfortable even holding the rifle, and the recoil would have easily dislocated the arm of even a trained soldier.
"Agent Nymphe", the officer greeted her. "Marechal is waiting."
* * *
The room she was taken to was no different from the room where she had spoken to Antonin the previous time. She was left alone, but soon the door opened and a man in a white uniform entered. He nodded to her in greeting and told her to follow him.
