FatLand: The Early Days – 15

The meeting was scheduled in a hotel in Colorado, just on the other side of the border.

“Why the hell did we have to schedule it here?” Angela asked as Brenton parked and they got out. “Why couldn’t it have been in FatLand?”

“He said he was kind of chained to the hotel for a few days,” Brenton said.

 “Then let him unchain himself,” Angela said.

They walked into the hotel lobby and announced themselves to the clerk.

 As they waited for the gym owner to come down, Angela said to Brenton, “My God, this place is bringing back all the things I hate about the Other Side. Let’s just tell him we don’t want his gym in FatLand and get the hell out of here.”

“I have a feeling it may not be that simple,” Brenton said.

“Why not?”

“He’s gone to a lot of trouble to schedule this meeting, even though he knows we probably wouldn’t want the gym.”

“True,” Angela agreed. “But why?”

“That,” Brenton said as the elevator door opened, “is what we’re going to see.”

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