Test One, Two {locked to halfforgotten & seestheglimmer}
The top two floors of the Mason Building in downtown Los Angeles had recently been purchased by one Dreamscapes Architecture, a young firm--for all intents and purposes--looking to make a name for itself. The lower of the firm's two floors was a nice place--sunny, painted in warm browns and yellows, black and white pictures of buildings from interesting angles hanging on the walls and handfuls of drawing tables set up in tiny white islands around an open floor plan. Lovingly mundane.
On the top floor, the elevator opened onto a neat waiting room set with a few comfortable chairs and surrounded by walls of (reinforced) opaqued glass. The double doors in this small reception area were, except on rare occasions, always closed and locked.
Today they were open.
The rest of the large upper floor was near empty, just a stretch of new carpet out to the wall-to-wall windows that gave a wonderful view from any level. There were a few lounge chairs here and there as well as large table or two--one of which more often than not was taken up by the PASIV. On a far wall were a short row of high-end security lockers. The buzz of the intercom claimed Arthur's attention from the shelves inside and he reached to hit the button.
"An Agent Olivia Dunham is here."
Arthur looked across the room to Cobb. "Key her up to the top floor. Thank you, Gerard." The intercom was cut off and Arthur grabbed three somnacin bottles before relocking the locker and heading over to the PASIV. "In and out, right?"