After the food had settled my stomach, including a number of other things from the fridge, I pulled out my phone and finally responded to Claire’s messages.
C: [When can I get access that warehouse? And how?]
The response came before I got back to my room to even get dressed - she must have been waiting for me to get back to her. Or maybe she’s just the type to nearly always be available... when she’s not assisting Kyrie directly.
BK: [Address attached. Lockbox is by the service door, code 4040. The renovation crew on site was told they’d need to clear out by noon today and that they can’t come back for three days. So you’ll have privacy. Take your time.]
> Efficient and... a lot more than I was expecting. Everything is expensive, but not impossibly so. I could outfit an entire little compound if I wanted to. Or make a very, very nice storage container. But it *does* have to move the air that’s in the way, right? Am I just... sending whatever was there to nowhere each time? But there’s also no rushing in when I pull it away. Though it could be satisfying to plant it in Chad’s face. Much safer. Though I still feel uneasy just being in the same building near all this silver. <
Part of me wanted to just ask Kyrie - or Claire... to deal with it. Damnit, why did I think of her first?