Johnson drove down 5th avenue and then made a left on 7th street, He paid little attention to his surroundings, everything he drove by was simply a blur, he almost missed the building, and had to slam hard on the brakes turn in.
“I’m here to see Mr.Riversâ€? he said to the security guard, his legs couldn’t stop shaking “He’s waiting for meâ€? he said, as if the security guard needed to know.
The officers uniform was covered with all sorts of golden chains and whistles, sitting awkwardly against the simple gray background that made up his uniform.
His name badge identified him only as W.Garcia and Johnson doubted he would be willing to give up much more information “Follow the orange signs, they will take you to the Eisenhower building, park around back.â€? W.Garcia spoke with a tone of authority, that of someone who took their job a little to seriously.