File: Deletion
Block Number 2
Block Name: The Meeting with Mr Bryant


"Shit" thought Rem as the envelope in his hands suddenly felt very heavy.

Moisture quickly formed on his palms & across his forehead.

"Right now" inquiried Rem meekly.

A sychronised nod from the mirror twins was his only answer.

The uneasy feeling in the pit of this stomach got no better during the 
trip in the lift. Rem felt a rage of emotions & waves of self doubt. He
kept coming back to that 'What the hell have I done?' feeling....

This feeling persisted as he was 'guided' by his reflective but silent
companions across the EBM plaza to Building 'H'. The squat, grey building
looked more ominous than usual. 

As the trio neared the building, twin doors parted smoothly with an efficient
hissing sound. 'German' thought Rem absently. The reception lobby in Building
'H' did nothing to lighten the mood of a visitor. Featureless, plantness &
decorated in sombre grey tones, it gave the appearance of a crematourim.

Tweedle-Dee & Tweedle-Dum lead Rem to a plasteel reception desk.

"Please put your right hand on the scanner Mr Buttingdon" began the large
muscular man behind the desk. Rem complied quickly. 

"Retina scan" continued the receptionist curtly, pointing Rem to the retina 
scanner. He hated these things. The blurring flashing lights hadn't receded
from Rem's vision as the burly receptionist addressed him again.

"Checked and Validated Mr Buttingdon." stated the large man in monotonous
tones.

'Chipped...' thought Rem, '..jesus, chipped to speak English?' 
 
Mr Metallic continued... "this Visitors Pass is tailored to your particular 
characteristics sir, please ensure that is stays on your person at all times 
while in this building." 

The pass felt heavy in Rem's sweaty palms. Under the large "VISITOR PASS"
logo was a spinning hologram passport-sized photo of Remington. A metal
chain allowed the pass to be worn over the head. Further examination was cut 
short as the montone drone issuing from the receptionist contined..

"This is not a request Mr But-ting-don, failure to do so could trigger some 
of the automated defense systems in this building"

The dude looked deadly serious, compelling Rem's hands to guide the chain
over his head quicker than planned. It was during this impromptu medal 
winning ceremony that Rem notices that the mirror twins had disappeared.

"Where'd.." he began

"The guard over by the lifts will lead your to Mr Bryant" interrupted the
receptionist.

Rem followed the receptionist's pointing arm and looked across the lobby
to the large armoured man carrying a large rifle standing to attention 
by the express lift.

"Goodnight Sir" finished the receptionist & returned to his monitors. 

The trip in the express lift felt no better, the uneasy feeling was growing.
Mr Armour Type 12 was no more forthcoming conversation-wise than the sunglass
twins.

Eventually the lift slowed and then stopped. The guard stepped out as soon
as the doors opened and marched efficiently down a white featureless corridor.
Rem hurried to keep up.

The guard stopped suddenly and Rem very nearly ran into the back of him.
A armoured hand pressed a section of wall, which quickly slide away with
a smooth hiss...

'German' thought Rem absently.

The silent guard gestured Rem to enter, and Rem did so. The armoured guard 
followed a moment later. The wall slide back into place with the same 
efficient sound.

Inside, Rem found a sterile white room adorned with a metal table & 2 chairs.

"Hmmm" thought Rem and slowly walked over to one chair and sat down. 

Minutes passed, Rem could feel the guard's gaze boring a hole in the back of 
his neck. Rem didn't move, deciding instead to wait in silence.  

"Hello Mr But-ting-don" 

Rem gave a start as he looked in the direction of the voice.  

A brown-suited man stood against a white wall, in his had he held a black
briefcase. Rem looked up into a middle-aged face, swept back hair and eyes
hidden behind dark designer sunglasses.

"My name is Mr Bryant" continued the new arrival as he walked slowly to
the other chair. The briefcase made a "chung" sound as Mr Bryant dropped
it smoothly onto the table.

"Undoubtedly you will be anxious to know why you are here Mr But-ting-don"
continued Bryant as he pulled the chair back and sat down.