The door opens and a man walks in. It is not who I expected, the man with the gun who had been in charge when I entered the building, but a man in a light grey suit. He was shorter than I was, oriental, but very well kept. I was immediately given the impression that he wanted for little, but that he had earned everything he had.
“There will be no need for the camera,” he said, looking up at the black ball in the corner. A small red light went out and he looked at me, a hint of a smile touching the corner of his eyes.