“Drive. Now.”<br/><br/>“Yes, Mr. Blake.”<br/><br/>He didn’t tolerate questioning his intentions. He hoped that his driver understood the tone and knew never to ask a second time again. If not, he could just make the change himself. It was better to let the sheep lead themselves to the conclusions he intended, he thought with a smile.<br/><br/>This archway that had been becoming more prevalent on the news seemed suspicious. He knew he was being called, because as soon as the rumors started to pile up, he felt a connection to the place. He also realized it wasn’t getting quite the media recognition it should have deserved. Added onto that the police having trouble investigating, which helped line his pockets a bit quicker, led him to theorize that he was being summoned. And he didn’t like being summoned.<br/><br/>He made his way into the subway and turned away onlookers. He wasn’t looking for an entourage. Just answers. He picked a path and made his way deeper into the dark tunnels.