A section of the wall slid open at the far end of the room.
From the darkness beyond it, two blue eyes looked in, cold and still and utterly without expression, the eyes of someone who had learned, over a very long time, not to let anything show in them. A second passed, and then the figure stepped forward into the light.
He was tall, with clear eyes. A man in his early thirties, wearing black dress pants, black shoes, a fitted black shirt, and the kind of handsome that didn't ask for attention but received it regardless, a face of sharp, clean lines, deep black hair worn close, a light beard that sat on his jaw with the same quiet precision as everything else about him.
He stepped into the room and stopped.
