Every few minutes they'd start screaming over and
over again, "Pity! Pity! PITY! Pity!"
23 When Bullet finally got to the gate, he showed them some
identification and said he wanted the Warden's office. "Follow the
broken blue line," instructed the Guard. "It'll take you to the parking
lot. The Guard there will tell you how to get to the office."
24 They drove on and came to the car park. Bullet and the Driver walked
to the Guard station. "Yes, sir," the man snapped. "Right
down to the end of the hall, take the elevator all the way up. I'm
sorry, gentlemen, I'll have to have your weapons. You may have them on
the way out."
25 Bullet and his Driver surrendered their pistols. "Your Driver,"
instructed the Guard, "can wait in the rec room. We've got all the
latest games, and there's a good cafeteria."
26 "You might as well relax," Bullet told the Driver, "then
in an hour or so, head back. I'll put in a call for transportation when
I'm ready to leave. It may be late."
27 The Driver nodded. Bullet walked down the hall and rode the elevator
up. When it came to a halt and the doors opened, he stepped out into a
cave. A female Guard in a bullet proof booth smiled at him. "One
moment, sir!" she ordered, "we're running an i.d. check. Would you
put your hand on the identifier?"
28 Bullet obliged. In a moment a green light on the identifier blinked,
and the door opened. As Bullet stepped through, a young man in an
orange uniform stepped up and pinned a gold visitor's tag on his
uniform.
29 "Follow me," the young man instructed. He led Bullet into an
office containing about eight desks, a ninth desk, bigger than the
rest, and risen slightly above them, sat at the far wall. Behind it, a
heavy set woman of advanced seasons worked quietly. Bullet noticed that
two of the men in the room working at the other desks wore red