Stark Tower is looming in the windows when Tony finally finishes whatever it is he's working on. He looks up. "Perfect timing."
The limo slips out of traffic and into the garage. Tony shuts off his tablet and chugs the last of his Perrier, then turns his attention back to Temugin. "Hope you weren't bored." Whoops. Little late to be worrying about that, Tony. "Anyway. Here we are."
The chauffeur opens the door, and Tony steps out. Once he's sure Temugin is following, he walks over to a pair of glass doors that lead to a tasteful but unassuming lobby.
"Welcome back, Mister Stark," a melodious female voice says. The doors don't open. "Please confirm guest access."
"Please enter palm print and retinal scan," the AI prompts, and a security pad on the wall lights up.
As soon as Temugin complies, the doors slide open, and the AI speaks again. "Welcome to Stark Tower, Mister Khan." Tony smiles, raises his eyebrows, and steps inside.
This is obviously the private lobby. A secretary (ostensibly) smiles at Tony as he walks in, and then sweeps her gaze to Temugin. Assessing. Memorizing. Not all the security in Stark Tower is automated.
"Good afternoon, Mister Stark."
"Afternoon, Bethany," Tony answers, giving her a friendly wave.
He leads Temugin to the elevator, which opens, closes, and moves in almost complete silence. The only evidence that it's actually going up is the tug of acceleration.
Tony leans against the wall of the elevator and sticks his hands in his pockets, watching Temugin, wondering how he'll react to all this.
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The limo slips out of traffic and into the garage. Tony shuts off his tablet and chugs the last of his Perrier, then turns his attention back to Temugin. "Hope you weren't bored." Whoops. Little late to be worrying about that, Tony. "Anyway. Here we are."
The chauffeur opens the door, and Tony steps out. Once he's sure Temugin is following, he walks over to a pair of glass doors that lead to a tasteful but unassuming lobby.
"Welcome back, Mister Stark," a melodious female voice says. The doors don't open. "Please confirm guest access."
"Guest access confirm. Add biometric print to permanent access list, security level Euler Four." Nerd. "Temugin Khan."
"Please enter palm print and retinal scan," the AI prompts, and a security pad on the wall lights up.
As soon as Temugin complies, the doors slide open, and the AI speaks again. "Welcome to Stark Tower, Mister Khan." Tony smiles, raises his eyebrows, and steps inside.
This is obviously the private lobby. A secretary (ostensibly) smiles at Tony as he walks in, and then sweeps her gaze to Temugin. Assessing. Memorizing. Not all the security in Stark Tower is automated.
"Good afternoon, Mister Stark."
"Afternoon, Bethany," Tony answers, giving her a friendly wave.
He leads Temugin to the elevator, which opens, closes, and moves in almost complete silence. The only evidence that it's actually going up is the tug of acceleration.
Tony leans against the wall of the elevator and sticks his hands in his pockets, watching Temugin, wondering how he'll react to all this.