It soon became clear the door was closed and that Benjamin lacked the strength to open it. The room looked like a prison cell, with a bed, a toilet and a basin to wash his hands. No window. He was fairly sure these people that put him here belonged to the agency, their uniforms had given away that much, but to what department did they belong? For now, all he could do was wait.

***

Mike took the businesscard and examined it. He didn't know exactly where it was, but that would be easy to figure out. He used his phone to look up the address and map a course while Harriet explained what she knew. Of course, Harriet was an alien, she probably didn't know a lot about the way humans did things. That's when he noticed the time.

"I wonder what's keeping Ben," he said, looking up from the phone. "He should have been here by now."