Domino closed the door after them and went toward the stairs. "You think there's something better than offices? This might just be where the bureaucrats waste away."She pitied them. Living one's life without danger wasn't living at all. You didn't appreciate what you had until you were about to lose it.

She started up the stairs again, looking out for any guards that might be on the stairwell. Her hand itched to draw her gun, but she wasn't here to kill anyone. It was as much a comfort as a weapon for her. A missing extension of her arm.

A couple floors up the study fire door had a window in it. Domino paused to examine it and saw two guards. She motioned to Remy that they ought to take this door. One guard was a precaution. Two guards probably meant something good lived here.