Reaching the Vault
Daneel didn't know what he had been expecting from the teleportation matrix, but when the sound of at least five people chatting reached his ears first before his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he knew that he was in trouble.
Of course, the hope had been that he would be taken right to the beggar king, but now, this seemed stupid as no one would set up such a direct access way to someone so important. There would be one last checkpoint, at least, and apparently, that was where he was headed.
Information about this place had been scarce, as of course, not many people had gotten the chance to get till where he was. There wasn't even a need to do so if they wanted to meet their beloved king; every week, the man went out, himself, heavily guarded by hundreds of soldiers to meet his people and find out their worries.
"Michael? Weren't you assigned to squadron six, currently sweeping through the south-eastern island? What are you doing here?"