Having made arrangements to free up this particular day, Kite was up and ready far earlier than he needed to be. After completing his morning regimen, he was now sitting in the kitchen, enjoying his coffee, reading the paper, and waiting for a certain Libertine. It was still a bit early as of yet, but the extremely slim willworker couldn’t help but glance towards the intercom every once in a while, slightly nervous.
Outside, the doors to the building were locked and the security system was armed; the only way to gain entrance into the building was to dial the intercom.