Socrates guides me to a separate entrance, supplying me with a hand-drawn map and a word of caution.

"There's a reason I haven't fetched it myself." He looks almost guilty now, as he stands there with one hand on the thick metal and windowless door, as if changing his mind about the whole thing.

"I assumed as much." I look off down the alley. I say it kindly though. These are his terms. I'm willing to fulfill them.

"It won't be easy." Socrates shuffles his feet. ...