TEN FORTY. SUN. OUTSIDE.
After changing my clothes and checking if everything looked great, I left the- my room going down the stairs. John was standing next to the front door holding a cigarette between his fingers. “You done?” he asked, throwing the half-smoked cigarette to a nearby trash bin. I gave him a nod. “Follow me.” while I was following him, he explained how the S.O. works and what type of training they do. “So, you are the person who is in charge of the Secret Organization.” “Yeah. I take charge when Elliot is busy working in his hotel.” Elliot. That’s his name. “Elliot,” I mumbled without realizing it. “You are allowed to say his name?” I questioned out of curiosity. “I’ve known him for years; we work together.” “Am I allowed to call him by his name?” “Ask him,” he replied, smirking. I did not say anything after that.
We passed the beautiful garden that was full of different types of flowers. A black range rover car was parked behind the opened entrance gate. “Where are we going?” “To the S.O. Of course.”
Ten minutes passed since John started driving, and all I got was quietness. I leaned my head against the window. I noticed that we are no longer on the mountain road. We are close to the city. Wait. Speaking of cities. “Where are we?” “Paris.” He said casually. “From New York to Paris, h-how?” Today is getting crazier and crazier. “Private Jet.” “He owns a Private Jet!?” I was amazed. He turned around, looking at me from his front seat. “He owns a lot of things; you just don’t know.”
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I can see the view of a tall glass building getting closer. “Is that...?”
“Yes.” “It looks like a company.” “That’s what people think,” he commented. “What do you mean?” I asked, still confused. Instead of answering my question, he parked the car in a nearby hidden garage near the building. I followed him until we reached the entrance of the building.
Two suited guards standing between the building’s entryway. No words were spoken; John showed them what it looks like an ID Card. They gave me a glance that spooked me before they let us enter. The entrance hall was empty. Nothing. Literally nothing. White marble floor, LED lights on the ceiling, two green plants in the corner of the hall, and one silver elevator. We walked toward the elevator; John pressed the UP button waiting for the silver portal to open. When we entered inside, he pushed the fifth-floor button. Awkward silence again. Seconds flew by with its stillness. When the elevator door opened with a sight that shocked me beyond belief. A wide space full of reflective glass rooms, all stuck together, five on the right, five on the left All of them are numbered and...named? “Everyone is training in their room with their trainer. I will be your trainer; you will learn how to do basic fighting tactics. You see that room over there-” he pointed at the fifth room on the left. “That’s yours.” I walked towards the room. My name was written in big letters ‘EMILY’ “Am I going to start today?” I asked. “No, I’m just going to show you how this place works.” when we returned to the elevator, John explain what each floor has. The fourth floor was no different from the fifth one, except they learn how to shoot with guns and multiple weapons, the third was for planning missions, the second and the first were kept secret, and only people with high grades can go there. The entire building was highly secured bullet-prove and sound-prove. It is scary how tall it is.