“Welcome to Two Black Knights Enterprises,” Jena said.
“Home of Shannon’s Elite,” Sean added.
TBK’s edifice was all glass, but the lower floors were all covered in plastic, like the rest of the places in Destiny. Already, out-of-towners were arriving for the big paintball event that started tomorrow. “It seems this building is too large for this size town.”
“Look to your left, sis.” Matt pointed at the even larger office building next to TBK. It was ten stories and had a projecting cornice decorated with interlocking stone circles and leafy garlands. “That’s O’Leary Global, Destiny’s first billionaire family. The Knights are the second. Both companies are headquartered here but have offices around the country and world.”
“We better get inside,” Sean said. “We still have to process Carrie with Terrence.”
“Terrence?”
“Don’t worry,” Jena said. “He’s security and I called ahead to let him know we were bringing you.”
They walked into the building.
The man behind the desk had gray hair and a warm smile. “Hello Mrs. Dixon-MacCabe. Mr. Dixon. Mr. MacCabe. And I believe you are Miss Carrie Dixon, correct?”
“I am,” she said, realizing that was her real name. Had been her entire life, though Willie had told her otherwise.
“I’m Terrence McCoy. Pleased to meet you, Miss Dixon.”
“Me, too,”
she said, instantly taking a liking to the man. “Please call me Carrie.”
“And you call me Terrence.” He held out a pen for her to take. “I have a few things for you to fill out.”
She couldn’t believe all the questions that were on the forms. “You really need to know my weight, Terrence?”
“Protocols. And your height, too, Carrie.”
Sean smiled. “Don’t mind Terrence. He takes his job seriously.”
“Yes, I do, sir.”
“Congratulations on your promotion,” Jena said. “You deserve it.”
Terrence smiled. “Thank you.”
“Being Dylan Strange’s right-hand man might be tough,” Matt said. “But if anyone can do it, it’s you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Never will stop with the formalities, will you?” Sean asked.
“You were officers in the Marines. I was enlisted. That will never change.”
Carrie hadn’t known that her brother and Sean had served in the military. There was so much more she wanted to learn. Thank God, it seemed she would be able to stay in Destiny for a long time to find out. No need to run any more. “All done, Mr. McCoy.”
He took the paperwork. “Excellent. Next, I’ll need to get your fingerprints and a photo of you.”
“Okay,” she said, feeling like she was getting ready to join the CIA herself.
There was no ink to take her fingerprints. Instead all she had to do was place her hand on a scanner. And taking the photo had been different, too. Terrence had her walk into a booth. The whole picture-taking process was automated and took several minutes.
Once all the steps were completed, Terrence opened a drawer and brought out a temporary badge. He slid it into a slot that was attached to his computer. Then he handed the badge to her. “You’re all set. This will give you all the access you need.”
“Thank you, Terrence.”