Iris stood nervously as they exited the vehicle which drove them deep down into the underground lair. It was what she was calling it. This all felt very much like a weird nineteen seventies spy movie with the underground cars and all the secrecy.
Oakley was holding her hand tightly in hers and they watched as the men filtered out of the cars.
“Why am I so nervous?” Oakley whispered in her ear.
“I don’t know but I am as well,” Iris responded equally quietly. “It’s not as big in here as I thought.” She looked around the room. It was big, the size of an apartment building but not the size of Newark as Oakley claimed.
“Ladies,” a man approached them. “Please follow me. We are going to put your hand biometrics into the system so moving forward, if there is ever a need for you to come here,
