Almost there
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I had an escort this time when I went to go talk to Chumley, only it didn’t really register for me, you know? The one woman was there because Chumley had switched offices, so I needed a guide. The guy was there to chat up the woman, and he was doing a really, really bad job of it.
Come to think of it, maybe he was trying to chat up the woman. I mean, just because…
Anyway, they finally brought me to a door that was sticky, in both senses of the term. It didn’t open easily, and I didn’t want to touch it with my bare fingers; I wasn’t sure I’d get the top layer of my skin back. Or some of the flesh underneath. I practically jumped through the door as it finally irised itself open, which I think startled my escorts. It startled me. I really didn’t like this base.