Inside the building, Leon took in the business type at a glance.
Logistics company. Goods stacked along the walls, crates being sealed and labeled, workers moving between shelves with clipboards tucked under their arms. People stood in lines at the front counters, some waiting to receive packages, some to send them out. The operation was clean. Well maintained. Nothing about it looked out of place.
That was the point.
Leon didn't bother with the line.
He walked straight down to an attendant and stopped in front of her.
"I want to see your manager."
The attendant slowly looked up from the clipboard in front of her. Her smile went from warm to cold in seconds.
She didn't particularly care for people walking straight to her without packages, without an ID, without any business she could place. Even though this place was a cover, it still ran normal business procedures. The line existed. People followed it.
This one hadn't.
