"It's a pleasure," Terrence commended the visitors with a smile. The man was sharply fitted in a grey suit; his cuff-links adorned the logo of a certain corporation in the city. "I am Terrence Wolf," He placed a hand to his chest, before extending it out to familiarize the party's leader with a hand-shake. Try as he might, this stoic man could not help but glance over the woman, at least once, to cure himself of any anxious thoughts. "I'll admit, I didn't expect so many of you." Terrence looked to George, his pleasantly senior chauffer, to signal for a larger vehicle.
The elderly, but lean, driver quickly retrieved a cellular device from his pocket and commed the port's supervisor. "Get an AMG down here, if you would, please." Within the next six minutes,
a robust vehicle distorted all conversation, as it charged through the gates to assist the more militaristic company. "I assume your people can handle that?" Terrence nodded toward the two bulky guards, as the AMG steamrolled its way over the pavement to park behind the comparatively miniscule Cadillac. A port technician, clothed in a blue jump-suit exited the AMG. He stood at attention, leaving the vehicle door open for any passengers.
"It'd be my honor, Warden, if you would provide me the courtesy of riding along in my car. I'd like to discuss... more sensitive matters with you in private, before we convene at my company headquarters."