Chapter 85: A Guide’s gentle touch
Brent stood in silence, the laptop bag slung over his shoulder as he stared at the elevator doors. His foot tapping was getting on Kellen’s nerves, but he couldn’t blame the man. Anyone would react that way once they found out that the newest gate on the front lines was only the second of its kind, and the first one exploded.
Honestly, Kellen found that Brent was taking everything in stride, and Kellen was grateful for it. If he had freaked out in the same way that the researchers had when Maeve told them what was going on before they left, he would have felt way more conflicted about bringing Brent with him to the meeting.
"Why would they even want me there?" Brent muttered, as if he was able to read Kellen’s mind. Kellen shrugged.
"You were on the front line more recently than anyone else." Kellen said, and Brent snorted.
"Yeah, but I’m not a part of a big Guild. No one is going to tell me anything." Kellen cast a calculating look at Brent.
"They might, but I also know you have plenty of friends on the front lines, Brent, and they might have told you something, or answered any question you had because of the services you provided." Brent blinked, stunned, before he tossed his head back and laughed. He tossed his gaze towards Kellen, his eyes sparkling as he looked over at the other Field Guide who could also get information out of others, but in a decidedly different way.
"Oh how kind of you to think of me in such a kind light. I had no idea you thought I had a knack for espionage." Kellen chuckled, his eyes bright and blue as he looked over the other.
"Brent, anyone with connections like you would be good at it. I’m just good at getting information, you’re good at gathering it, and maintaining good standing. I’m all brawn." Kellen flexed slightly, and Brent rolled his eyes. The person who believed that was a dead man.
The door to the elevator opened, and the two stepped out.
Like Casper had said, it was quite easy to find where Kellen and Brent needed to go. It might have something to do with the frantic running around of several Guides, Espers and civilians. But the large hallways, with quite a bit of spacing between one door and the next made it very easy for them to spot the double doored conference room with Conference Room1 sprawled in bold writing outside.
Kellen’s footsteps faltered for only a moment as he caught sight of Pamela, with her pink eyes glowing, as she sat outside of the conference room proper. She had set up a small foldable table outside and was frantically typing away on several keyboards. She was barking orders into an earpiece, and only nodded at the two Field Guides as they passed.