The owners had met with financial difficulties and the bank had foreclosed on them. Now it sat vacant, its doors and windows boarded and city security installed. Ace landed silently on the building’s roof. The old man was there. He didn’t look happy. “The HSO has Einstein,” she said. “Inside,” he said. He sounded genuinely angry. That was a surprise. He’s conflicted. That’s a first. They went in through a supposedly locked roof access door. Once the door closed behind them lights came on. Warehouse 2 was one of a handful of locations that the E.E.D maintained behind the scenes in order to uphold the law. Ace had never liked the idea of hiding anything from the public, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew there were things that people were better off not knowing. They walked in silence to the old man’s office. It was only the second time Ace had been there. The door closed and Ace waited. The old man sat with a sigh and said, “I am aware of the Einstein situation. We are currently doing everything we can to track him down, but like I’ve told you the HSO is damned difficult to track.”
