Birds chirped in the trees, and people walked in and out of the building. Unlike in the downtown district, the air here was more humid. He could taste food in the air, likely from people cooking with their kitchens open. “Shortcut,” X said. “Can you hear me?” “I’m on my way. Are you at the apartment?” “In the parking lot. This is an affluent place.” “Maybe the hacker’s boss lives there. Be careful.” “When you get here, pay attention to who comes in and out.” “Got it.” X pulled sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. He straightened his cufflinks and started for the front door. It was a revolving door, and he entered a lobby with a crystal chandelier and a front desk. An android secretary greeted him. “Welcome to the Weatheron. Who are you here to see?” X flashed a UEA badge. “Okay, sir. No identification needed. Thank you for your service.” X continued past the front desk and looked at a directory of names. “Garson. Tenth floor-A.” He entered an elevator and shot up to the tenth floor, stepping out into a long hallway of apartment doors.
