I stop the taxi a few blocks away from the National Anti-Rulist movement.It's a short walk,but with the crowds it takes nearly two hours.I enter the tiny building.A RainWing with a cap that has the emblem of the Movement,a Cock holding the Movement's Flag.
"How may I help you,comrade?" he asks.
I give him the license plate number."This one of yours."
Surprisingly,he tells me the plate number history immediately.
"We loaned the car to the Seawing Corporation for a couple of days." he says unflinchingly.
He does not appear nervous by my book.His body is straight,not ridged.His breathing is easy.His blink rate is steady,suggesting he isn't lying.
"That is where I would check,comrade." He says.
"Thank you,comrade." I respond politely.
***
The rainy early morning seems to be the opposite off last night.The rain seems to rage,thrashing against the tall skyscrapers, which seem to flinch from the rain that hits me like lead.
I enter the building.A aide rushes up.
"Would you like a towel,sir?" She asks.
"Yes ma'm." I say.
I dry myself off,and head to the bronze-painted elevator.
***
"Would you like a light?" a Seawing Corporation Junior Sub-Executive Secretary asks.
"No thank you.Don't suppose you have alcohol of some sort around?"
"I'm afraid not.And,answering your question,I do not believe that is one of ours."
He is lying.I leave politely. "Thank you for your time."
After he left,the Seawing took to a phone.
"Follow him,then dispatch him.I want several of our toughest dragons on him."