4
Jack left The Light and turned east, heading for Lexington Avenue. He put in a call to Ernie as he walked.
"It's me," he said when Ernie answered. "My shipment ready for pickup?"
"Not yet, sir. I have confirmation that it's in transit, if you know what I'm sayin', but it ain't here yet. I expect it tomorrow."
"What's the holdup?"
"Well, sir, this item was pretty freakin' hard to find and took longer to track down than I originally thought. Plus it's real delicate, so the packin' has to be perfect, if you know what I'm sayin'."
Jack knew what he was saying. "Let's hope it's worth the wait."
"Oh, it is, sir. Some of my best work." Ernie's voice took on a gleeful tone. "You might even say it's a, whatchacallit, work of art. Yeah. A work of art, if you know what I'm sayin'. Should be ready first thing in the morning."
Jack kept walking toward Lexington. From what Jamie Grant had told him, he wouldn't need a full set of ID when he signed up. Might as well get the intake process out of the way so he could set up his first Reveille Session for tomorrow.
He remembered Grant's vaguely malicious grin when she'd mentioned the Reveille Session. What was he getting into?