[Abel City, British Embassy]

Cars were such interesting things. See, they required a driver, and sometimes drivers are inexperienced. Sometimes they're just not intelligent. Sometimes they're not good at driving. These rules, of course, apply to even hired drivers. As it just so happened, the driver for Mister Peterson was new. Yay for them, they landed a moderately prestigious if not menial and boring job.

Still, there were the normal questions to ask. The driver pressed a button which allowed him to speak to those in the main compartment of the limo; naturally they couldn't hear anything in the main compartment if Samuel didn't press his button in response.

"Any special stops today, Mr Peterson?" It was a simple but important question, you know?