Lyrics: Jeff Collier
Music: Stefano Castagna/Fabio Trentini
A Postcard From A Future
The black helicopter lands silently on the rooftop. A man exits and steps out briefly into the night onto the landing pad, moving purposefully, clad in black suit, white shirt, black tie. Not flashy, but not cheap. Immaculate shoes, also black, like his briefcase.
He enters the rooftop door and walks past the elevator, choosing to take the stairs instead, since heβs only going down to the top floor anyway. His shoes gleam in the florescent ceiling light of the long, white-tiled hallway, with every loud βclop-clopβ of his step echoing off the walls. He comes to an inconspicuous-looking office door, presses his thumb to a sensor and one eye to a retina scanner. He enters the dark office and walks toward another lit hallway visible through an open door in the left rear corner.
Entering the short hallway, he opens another door and emerges from a concealed entrance panel beside a fireplace into a large, classically designed office. He steps quickly, with no visible expression on his face, across the room to a grand oak desk where he opens his case. He pulls out a beige folder, and laying it down he says βFor your eyes only, sirβ. He closes the briefcase and walks back across the room, re-entering through the open panel, and closing it behind him, he disappears.