Savanna stood beside Korbin at the security desk of NextGen Emergency Communications Systems, or NGECS. State-of-the-art automated doors requiring an access card were on both sides of the island desk. Metal detectors scanned anyone entering the outer doors, and two guards stood post. A lot of good all that would do if someone were already inside. “What’s the nature of your visit?” “Personal.” “Sign in, please.” Korbin signed his false name and Savanna did the same. The guard called an extension and announced their arrival. He repeated their names. “They said it’s personal.” He looked up at Korbin and Savanna. Then he hung up. “He’ll be right here.” No one seemed to recognize them. A few minutes later, a tall, thick man with a bushy crop of brown hair and brown eyes appeared through the security doors, followed by another man not as tall and thinner with blond hair.
