I go through the lobby like everyone else. Suit, tie, slacks. Short hair. Smiling keycard. Nobody notices me in the elevator or as I slip past the modular cubicles. 6th floor, Acquisition and Pre-processing, Section K3. So far so good. Keith’s layout is accurate. The office is where it should be. The keycard works. If the password’s right I’m home free. 9–4–Q–6–r–?… What? Keith’s fucking handwriting. He labeled it ‘ampersand.’ What the fuck is that? Someone’s outside. Shit. The door shatters. The guy in front has his gun on me before I have mine on him. I’m split in two.