Ah, and thankfully, as the various new release posters and bursting DC character's came into view (of course eventually.), it was only a matter of time until they were pulling up to security. "You have your ID?" He'd asked at the red light which would soon turn green, giving him plenty of time to produce it before he'd be making the turn into the beginnings of the lot.
The withered, yet jovial security guard with his peppery hair and potbelly recognized Vince instantly and spoke his familiar words of wisdom: "You have to raise a little Hell to get into Heaven!" to which Vince replied, all poked with friendly laughter. "Of course! Raising Hell. That's what I do best. Me. The Hellraiser."
He forked over his client card and Billy's ID. The lot pass was printed after the name was found, and he handed back both the items to his driving buddy. Vince thanked the too-friendly guard, who actually always said the same shit, before they proceeded inward. The time machine, gadgets and gizmos a'plenty, could rightfully rest.
Nothing much was going on where he'd pulled in. His office was the first, quietest sound stage, shared with same company who produced the Watchmen. Though, they were obviously filming inside the two adjacent ones. Trailers lined the street.
"All right dork, food or Harry Potter first? You SO wanna be sorted! I can see it in your eyes!"