Cassidy waits downstairs while the receptionist calls up to see if he'll be admitted. He'd already called Uncle Scott to let him know that he'd made it safely to the Embassy.
He just hopes that this goes well. It would be nice to bring Izzy back here to see this place.
He holds his back-pack at his side and runs through a breathing exercise to calm himself, nothing the faint green outline of his containment suit beneath his black shirt.
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