04-14-2024, 10:30 PM
The message on his phone was quickly returned. “Of course. As soon as I can get there.”
It wasn’t a masked messenger that entered the Guardian, it was just Jensen. His helmet was stowed with the ducati, but the leather jacket and jeans spoke to a motorcycle ride through the chill of Moscow’s pre-dawn air.
In Dallas he could flash his chaplaincy credentials and be admitted to any hospital, but he had none here. The Guardian was more locked down than most, and no amount of asking to visit a certain friend, whose full name and other identity-verifying information, he lacked.
Desperate, he replied to Sage, hoping he was awake. “I’m in the main lobby, but security won’t let me up. What do I do?”
It wasn’t a masked messenger that entered the Guardian, it was just Jensen. His helmet was stowed with the ducati, but the leather jacket and jeans spoke to a motorcycle ride through the chill of Moscow’s pre-dawn air.
In Dallas he could flash his chaplaincy credentials and be admitted to any hospital, but he had none here. The Guardian was more locked down than most, and no amount of asking to visit a certain friend, whose full name and other identity-verifying information, he lacked.
Desperate, he replied to Sage, hoping he was awake. “I’m in the main lobby, but security won’t let me up. What do I do?”