The two of us approached the AGENT headquarters. We had just gotten off the bus as it pulled away. The AGENT headquarters was apparently brand new as they simply took Aldair Tower and remodelled it for their fit. I assume they bought it. We walked inside and the man at the reception was eager to see us as he straightened his posture as we walked in. The walls were dark grey and the flooring was light grey. The AGENT logo was plastered at the top of the building's exterior side and the logo was everywhere around the building. The reception was very nice and had a nice rug with their logo as well as plants and benches too. The elevator was located just to the right of the reception. The reception guy spoke to us.
“Welcome to the AGENT headquarters,” he said. “How can I be of assistance?”
“We’d like to speak to whoever is in charge. We have information about Phantom that could be of usefulness.” I said.
He shushed me.
“If you do, better not spill it here. I will take you to Mr. Bellstroms office.” he said.
“Bellstrom?” Jordan asks. “I know him. I met him at a Tim Hortons.”
“That’s great,” he says. “Follow me.”
The receptionist gets up from his chair and leads Jordan and I to the elevator and opens the elevator for us.
“Eighth floor, first room on the left,” he said.
“Thank you so much.” Jordan says on my behalf. We head inside the dark grey elevator and hit the button for the 8th floor. We wait until we reach the 8th floor and when it does, the elevator doors open up and we walk through the halls and look on the left. Bellstrom’s office. It was a shut door with that written on it. We knock and someone behind the door opens it. A girl opens it. She wore a red backwards baseball cap. She had long brown hair and piercing red eyes. She wore a bandage on her nose. She had tanned skin and wore a bomber red jacket with black puffy sleeves and the AGENT logo pinned to it. A black T-shirt and gym shorts that had red horizontal stripes running down the sides. She opened and saw us and then reacted with a delay. Jordan and the girl both pointed at each other.
“Jessica!” yells Jordan.
“Jordan!” yells the girl.
“What are you doing here?” asks Jordan.
“What a stupid question.” Jessica says. “I LIVE here.”
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A man with waxed black hair with white lines going through walked behind Jessica and stood just on the edge of the doorframe. He wore a black suit and tie with a white shirt and a black trenchcoat.
“Hello boys.” he said. “Can I help you?”
Jordan recognized him instantly.
“You’re Mr. Bellstrom!” he says.
“We meet again, Glaciov.'' he says smiling.
“We have some stuff we want to tell you.” I said. “It’s really important.”
“Alright.” says Bellstrom. “Just give me a second. I will be right back, wait for me in my office.”
Bellstrom ran out of the room and down the dark grey halls. Jordan and I walked inside and we sat down in the chairs next to his massive desk. Jessica sat directly across at one of the two chairs that were placed on the other side of the room.
“So.” she says. “How have you guys been?”
“We’ve been good.” I said. “Martin left Onoda.”
“He did?”
Jordan nods.
“He actually got into so much trouble with his grades and pranks that his parents shipped him off to a boarding school.” Jordan says.
“Ha. Serves him right.” says Jessica.
“You’re still pissed about the ice prank?” I ask.
She nods.
“But I question if it is really a boarding school.” Jordan says. “He sent me pictures of his luxurious dorm and hot girlfriend.”
“From a boarding school?” she asks.
I nod.
“One thing.” she says slouching in the chair. “Don’t waste Mr. Bellstrom’s time. It’s really important you have something good to say to him. I guess what I am trying to say is focus on respect.”
“Look at you.” Jordan asks. “Lecturing me about respect.”
“Are you trying to make me mad?” she said, straightening her posture.
“No.” Jordan says quietly, looking away. I laughed a little. Bellstrom walked back inside and sat down at his desk.
“Now,” says Bellstrom. “Let us begin.”
I nodded.
“Are you aware of what happened in Paris a month ago?” I ask.
“Yes,” says Bellstrom.
“Martin explained to us that the tech on the A03 Phantom airship was made by a tech genius known as Dr. George Varnie.” says Jordan.
“George Varnie.” says Bellstrom.
“For context, I am not an ordinary person.” I said. “I have an IQ of 195 and my parents were tech geniuses who worked for George Varnie. It turns out they passed away for unknown reasons and I’ve been living alone all my life.”
Jessica and Bellstrom were shocked.
“Then how-” Bellstrom started.
“I faked and broke the law many times to get what I have.” I said. Jessica sat down next to Jordan and whispered in his ear.
“Did you know about this?” she whispered. “I thought he was a regular nerd.”
“Only an hour or two ago I found out.” Jordan whispered. “Believe me, I am as surprised as you are.”
“Bellstrom.” I said. “It could be possible that my parents were related in the creation of Phantom. Which is why I want to know more about them and more about George Varnie. I am asking for financial help with this mission that I want to do.”
Bellstrom thought about this sitting in his chair, at his desk.
“Do you know where he is?”
“I know where Varnie Tech is located.” I said. “The company is located in Munich, Germany.”
“I can provide you with money and supplies to go.” says Bellstrom. “But I have a scout nearby so I will send him there to provide assistance in your information gathering.”
“I want to join Eric,” says Jordan.
“Okay.” says Bellstrom. “That could work, Jessica?”
“Nah.” she said.
“Alright.” he says. “I will set up everything for you guys to gather information. I hope this will be a good investment.”