“It worked out just fine.” Samuel said in a light tone. “He’s quite charming when you get toknow him.” He said riding the line of sincerity and sarcasm.<br/><br/>Dumas then continued the tour, introducing Samuel to some of the other waitresses, a couple bartenders, and a couple other random employees. It went along. Sam gave most of his attention to the head of security while spending some brain power on the confrontation with Cheshire. He wasn’t rattled by any means, but that introduction was one of a kind. He didn’t think he would ever meet another human being in quite as intense a fashion as that. The memory was already replaying in his head. The dialogue, the movements, the quiet understanding the 2 men had shared. Samuel hoped to have a conversation with the man that was less confrontational. He was curious to the know his story.<br/><br/>Dumas led Sam up a staircase and into a room that reminded him of his fathers’ security room back home. He pushed his other thoughts out and gave lMr. Tweed his full attention.<br/><br/>“Welcome to my office.” The older gent said as he led the way into the room, a large gun safe in one corner and a wall of screens along the left side of the room. Dumas walked over to a strange chair in the middle of the room. From what Sam could tell it was an neural interface rig, a pretty high end piece of tech. It was meant to connect the human mind directly into the net, or more likely a local security network in this case, giving the user greater awareness.<br/><br/>“I’m not opposed to getting one, it’s just not something I’ve ever considered.” Sam said entering the room and closing the door gently. “So is this totally manual? Or is it AI assisted?”