Gilbert woke up some minutes before the driver pulled over at his stop. As he hurried out of the car he said to the driver, "Don't wait for me." Then dashed forward, running through muddy puddles.
His actual destination was a bit farther down, but he did not want to take his chances with the driver mouthing off to the maids about his whereabouts.
It took him about fifteen minutes of sprinting to reach his destination, a small clinic. He took out his phone and placed a call through, "I'm already outside! Where the hell are you?!" He demanded, walking past the security, who didn't care enough to abandon their lunch.
"Tch." He hissed, "Why the hell do I have to come in?" He frowned.
Taking one glance at the somewhat dilapidated building, he was astonished the place was still up and running. Had he not come here to meet with a certain person, he might've never found this place.
