KIRA

She arrived on a Wednesday in the kind of weather that didn't care about the significance of things, grey and cold and unremarkable, the sky the flat white of a day that had decided not to commit to either sun or snow.

Marcus brought her through the eastern gate, which was the gate used for arrivals that required discretion, and had two of his people with her, not guards exactly, not the presentation of force, but present in the way that communicated that this was a managed arrival and ...