Tuesday, January 2, 2007
3:42 AM
7. To the White Hole?
Seana was squirming rather uncomfortably at her seat. No doubt it's quite an honour to be able to be in the same car with these people from CIA, and the impressive thing is the car was a B&W 3 Series Sedan, but the atmosphere inside the car was rather like in an igloo. "These people are not cosy at all," she sighed as she looked at the Japanese man sitting next to her, his eyes nailed at the pedestrians along the street, rays from the neon lights of the shophouses reflected to his messy hair and young face. He remained silent since they departed from YueMei Nightclub 10 minutes ago, face neutral and expressionless, a bit twisted down as if he had woke up from a bad night sleep.
The two men at the front seat, who called themselves officers from the Department of Mythical Affairs or something that the girl had never heard of, was getting a bit too quiet to suit the girl's tastes. Her eyes wandered at the sides of the street, a whole lane of nightclubs and bars, happy and drunk people dancing and laughing in the middle of the street. Her night was screwed up enough, and she could not loosen up in any way that deals with vodka, money or men. Again she squirmed at her seat.
"Now where are we going?" Seana finally broke out the sentence, her patience finally exhausted. "Well, to our headquarters of course. My boss wanted to see you two in person."
"Your boss?"
"Of course. You shall see him shortly. He is the head of CIA Department of Mythical Affairs. We have something to seek your help."
"Oh yeah... Whatever. What's all these business about?"
Edward looked behind, his youthful face glistenned with glee, "Well... that too, you will know shortly. But I promise you the reward is worth the trip." Seana shrugged, her eyes rested on the faint wrinkles on his forehead. "You looked... young."
"Ah yes, many people said that to me." Edward chuckled as he looked back to the front, the driver next to him kept his cool and continued driving. "I'm in fact not that old actually."
"Then how did you..."
"Get into CIA with my age?" Seana's word was interrupted by Edward, his chuckle even crispier, "Well as you can see, I'm not exactly what I seemed like." The car stopped in front of a building, quite a distance away from the bustling city, into the federal administrative building areas where the police headquarters stood. Edward stepped out of the car, with courtesy he walked to the back door and opened it, allowing the jumpy Seana to step out of the car, followed by Kyo. The duo followed Edward as he walked towards the main old wooden door carved with symmetrical design that of Art Noveau. She looked at the man as he took out his identification card, placed it at the sensor next to the door. The door then opened by itself, together with the metal bars behind it, the steel door, and the sensor lasers disabled, leading to a brightly lit corridor with white padded walls and sky-blue carpet.
"Whoa... Now that's something for a goverment building." Seana gasped in awe, and Edward chuckled again. "Well, as I said, not something what it seemed like. And it's not exactly a goverment building. More like a secret hideout. Now this way please..." Edward led the way, followed by Seana who looked around the interior as like an excited kid, Kyo tagged along behind calmly, guitar in hand and katana at waist. He insisted his guitar back from the driver, or better said, threatened it back.
"Here, this way please," Edward tapped Seana's shoulder as she was getting a bit too excited at the padded wall which seemed to absorb sounds, being caught shouting at the wall to test the echo rate. "Anyway, I'm 28 this year. My birthday is not over yet though."
"Oh yeah, as if I don't know that." Seana stuck out her tongue at the man pointing at his identification card, who in return stretched a grin at her.
