บท 127: Chapter 28

"Open it. Open it now!" 

I don't dare repeat myself to the faceless men, with haste they set in their thumbs scans and crank the large metal door open, a gust of snow wind floods in and I storm out into the cold.

Stepping out into the cold I pause and turn to one of the men at the door. He shrinks at my glare, the fear of the Timecapper vivid and alive in the hearts of all who work with the organization. I don't bother with his shivering, "Your keys. One of you must own the bikes swet outside." 

It's a struggle not to growl, not to scream at them some more but I know better than to throw my frustration on an innocent bystander.

"W-what?"

"Your keys you sniveling imbecile! Give it here, now!"

Or maybe not.

Scrambling in his pockets, the man much taller and broader than I fumbles to hand it over, I snatch it out of his hands and he mutters as I walk away, "They're keys to the blue one."