I started walking down the hall towards the elevator, turning out of a room considered to be a staff room. A broken down coffee machine and a couch with a bunny ears television. Not much to keep some one in the business, but that wasn't the reason I stayed here
Tim O'Neal, thats me, the regular newbie to the place. Brown hair that was long and shaggy, and blue eyes that were dark and unseen. Nobody cared for me here. The only reason I was in the agency was becasue of a certain accident. My father had died in one of the missions he was on, and in his will, he left me his part of the agency. He was one of the five founders of it.
Alot of people found it a mistake, because I wasn't skilled enough for the job, or so they thought. In fact, so many people thought that, I almost believed it. But it was all a lie. I was just as good at my job as anyone here, just no one let me show it. I was given office assignments, and janitorial duties. It was some idea from another founder, Reid Barrons. He was one of the last founders living and in the business. He had been a good friend of my father, but I still had no reason to like him.
So at a low level assignments, I wasn't able to observe or be part of the missions they went on, or the testing or inventions being made. I only showed up to look nice, rather disapointing. Until today.
For some strange reason, Reid had called me down to his office. So I was rather confused. Reid only called people down if things were a complete emergency, as if he needed someone for an urgent mission, that only you could do. So beng called down to his office, I considered it an honour.
Approaching the door leading to his office, I noticed the high security locks bolting his door. His office must be impressivly top secret I thought, swiping my ID through the card swiper. Another device popped out, surprising me. It was a retina scanner. I worried at first, wondering if it would work. I had tried to get into a storage room, and one of these had come out. I tried letting it scan me, and alarm went off. Would the same happen this time? What would it matter. I had been asked to come here, so if it didnt work, at least I had a reason.
Scanning my face, I also put my hand on the palm scanner, and finnally the doors started to open. At first I thought it hadn't worked, but I could then hear the gears, clinking and making a loud pop, as if it was an airlock, and a rush of air came out. But I didn't feel any air.
Stepping through, It closed quickly and took several minutes to relock the bolts. It rather scared me. It had appeared as a regular door, but the door was thick and heavy. It could have easily squished someone, mainly me if I hadn't moved fast enough. But as I was still stared at the door, a voice came from my behind.
"Tim, please have a seat. We need to talk." said the voice. Sitting behind his desk, facing me with a stern look was Reid Barrons.