"Don't think I know a Samuel," he said with a knowing wink, "but I do know an Apostate Landeythan. Apostates are kind of like the elite agents and assets in our organization. You'll pick up the lingo quick enough." For all of his talk, however, the laundromat still looked exactly just as it did. No walls shifted to reveal a Batcave or racks of weapons like the Matrix. No string yanked to pull back the curtains hiding dozens of technological wonders.