Prose Laboratories (V.1, Pt.5)

We walk away from the crowd and towards an nearly empty parking garage. Inside it, on the second floor is a blue Honda Accord, waiting for us. As I suspect, we hop into the car and speed out of the parking garage. 

Once on the road, 17 heads the into the city, rather than out of it. 

"Wouldn't your headquarters be better suited to be out of the city?" I ask 17, and I look out of the the window.

I think she shakes her head. "No. Most people would think that, but it would take forever to get to the city. We are much better off situated near the center of the city."

"But then wouldn't attacks- OH!" I say, realizing my stupid mistake. "It's near the center of the city so it's quicker to get when there's an attack." 

"Yes! I was trying to say that, but you were confused I guess," 17 replies. Why couldn't she just have teleported us to the headquarters?

"Hey, why didn't you just teleport us to your headquarters?" I ask her, really wanting to know why.

She sighs. "Well, to start off, it might be suspicious if anyone saw us do it. We also don't know what teleportation on non powered folks would do to them. For all we know it might kill them!" 17 jokes. "And plus this way if you need us, you know right where to go." By then we are pulling into another parking garage, but we are going all the way to the top. 

About 20 minutes later, the Honda stops in a parking spot near a set of glass double doors leading into the tall corporation building. 17 starts walking over to the doors, and I follow suit. Once inside, there was three elevators, and a door to the stairwell. The room was moderately decorated. Two love seat sofas and a couple of armchairs sat on the opposite side of the glass doors with a coffee and end tables in the appropriate places. One chandelier lit the room with bamboo flooring on the ground.

An elevator's doors opened and 17 and I stepped inside. She pressed four buttons in a pattern of sorts, and the elevator went up. It was moving for maybe 5 minutes or more. Finally, it stopped. 

"We're here," 17 said as the doors parted. We both stepped out. 

"Welcome to the headquarters of the Quartet."