The red linoleum floors squeaked under her heavy duty work boots. Slung around her arm, was a bag packed with makeup, lighters, and a mini revolver. As she made her way through the secluded area, she took note of the dim and shady lighting. Anyone could jump up from behind her, and slit her throat open, just as he... No. She wasn't going to think of that day...
Her shadow casted over a closed door, marked on the window, "Administrator." Just as she was about to knock, a raspy voice called from the other side of the door.
"Come in," the old womanly voice said.
She opened the door and stood there awkwardly in front of the most haggard looking hag in the universe. "Uh," was all that came out of her young lips.
The old woman raised her brow expectantly, holding her head up between her interlocked hands, a cigarette placed lazily between her middle and forefinger. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Don't be a fool, who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm the new Spy... I think."
The old hag, who the young woman assumed was The Administrator, puffed on her cigarette and blew out the smoke with a cough. "You think?"
"Yes?"
"Very well." The Administrator said with a sly smile spreading slowly across her wrinkled face. She took out a file, a pretty big file, that had her name on it. "Hmm," The Administrator pursed her lips. "Elise Park, born in Canada, worked as an agent for various countries, 22 years old."
After a couple of minutes in silence as the old woman looked over her personal life, Elise took the chance to look around the dimly lit room. It was smaller than she expected, but there was another red door behind the desk that the other woman was sitting at. On the left wall was what seemed to be a logo for the company. A loud slap of papers against one another got Elise back on full focus.
"Welcome to Reliable Excavation Demolition." The Administrator said. "Miss Pauling, if you please."
"What?"
Before she even got a chance to look behind her, Elise got knocked out like a light.
