Hi, okay. This is the third story that I'm putting up and the one with the least priority in my mind. For my other two stories NO ONE has said ANYTHING, and it is annoying me. If people don't respond to this story saying they want me to continue then it will be over here, before it starts, because this is the preface. Not the actual story. If you want more, you tell me – or it's over.
Enjoy your reading,
Dess.
A slight young girl who had waist length hair stood with perfect posture before two men in suits. The clothes she wore were nothing less than what royalty would consider appropriate casual attire. Her burgundy blouse tucked into her designer blue jeans with black hiker's sneakers on top of plain white anklet socks. The adolescent's hair was straight and dark, a complete contrast to her flawless ghostly white skin. Her face was softly curved as she stared intently at those in front of her through her glasses, waiting for the next assignment, as she had done so many times before.
Isabella Marie Swan, 18, had previously been in similar circumstances, far away from her family's large farm in Nebraska. Her father's law firm had required her to travel internationally to settle a deal between two German factories. Once she was done with the deal the plan was that she would go right back, like normal. Sadly, she had been sidetracked. Which led to her current situation.
The man-in-suit on the right called her name and motioned for her to proceed into the next room through the over-sized, muddy glass door. When she walked through, there was a room with nothing but blank walls and an ancient desk that reflected the light of the room's one naked bulb. It blinded anyone who looked at the bright spot too closely. The FBI was into such décor, stubbornly refusing to believe that it did not frighten those who walked through their multiple large doors.
The dark-colored man in a white suit did not turn, despite the glare of the girl's piercing brown eyes that could burn holes through rock. "You will have your normal position as a high school student, the folder you need is on the desk. I'm sure you will have no problem reading it all by the time you get there. Last but not least; Do. Not. Get. Caught. Dismissed."
The girl grabbed the folder and turned without a word, the only thought that entered her mind while she exited the supposedly abandoned warehouse was; Off to another job then, it's a good thing my family isn't expecting me back for a while.
Okay… so tell me what you think. If you want to read more then PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
Thanks,
Dess.